This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

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

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Now i wake up, play a beat and burn a couple roaches

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

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

I’m starring in this bitch and yeah i write the show

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