This is a song about "Two three four roses"

One two three four five six seven eight nine

Jeff hamilton, genesis, leather time

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

He grew from concrete, didn't live amongst the roses,

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

I'll chew a new one up every two to three minutes,

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three