This is a song about "Mama u are number 1 2 3"

Imagine them trapped in confinries,waving through windows,peeking for recovery n

Clock ticks from ten, more socks hung again till 3 2 1 thank god for another year alive, amen.

1 2 3, y'all want to fuck with me

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

Would you please count from 1 to 3 ladies and gentlemen you are listening to carl c

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches