This is a song about "Two three four roses"

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

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

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

Or two. or maybe three?

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

One two three everybody wana be

So gon' and be my dealer baby

Got tired of running from the police

Normally i order three or four of these

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith