This is a song about "Two three four roses"

One two three, what could it be

Or you'll drive me crazy

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

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

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

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

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

It seems to remind me of a scene like this