This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Ice on our two four, you know it's too cool. time's too cruel.

Your own physical, superficial not spiritual

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

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

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

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

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

It's only one round, two or three i don't need it

Every day was a saturday, shit

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

I just want somebody i can see

My bars are harder than ancient artifacts, so sit back and relax

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