This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

Relationships should never rewind

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

You'll see rhino as a prudent student of rap / i'll defuse the illusion of facts

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

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

You spit that end rhyme trash i'm spittin syllables two or three

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

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

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