This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

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

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

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

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

I'mma stay a whilehold ya head chris

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four