This is a song about "Two three four roses"

One two three four five six seven eight nine

So let's have a toast, everything fine

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four

Could i make you my baby

One two three, what could it be

You're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four though

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

The fence they was on about my rap skills

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this