This is a song about "Two three four roses"

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

And this ain’t biblical but this sermon is spiritual

Ice on our two four, you know it's too cool. time's too cruel.

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Glory but you dint know my back story. then i go one two three

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

One two three everybody wana be

I'm the motherfucking direct devil so are u ready to dance,

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,