This is a song about "1 2 3 4"

12 and 16, were 3/4 of the way through.

I quit the shit, i might get high with you

I couldn't let my adversaries worry meand every single day it's a test, wear a bulletproof vest

Fuck 1 2 3 syllables im resurrecting multis from cardiopulmonary arrest,

So that's 2 mistakes 1 big headache and 1 sorry mom cake to bake

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

3 deaths..in 1 summer goin days without noooo sleep.......