This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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,

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

One two three four five six seven eight nine

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

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

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

The revolution has arrived

I'm making straight bitches pussy wet just like a noodle

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