This is a song about "Two three four roses"

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

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

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

Normally i order three or four of these

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

In one two three a mother fucker that’s all he is gonna be

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

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

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

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

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

So here it is on myself ... are you ready one , two three lets go