This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Normally i order three or four of these

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

It set in stone in these poems there ain’t nothing bogus

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

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

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy

Two or three, hits of thc, yeah it fits for me.

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!