This is a song about "One two three and to the four"

Your life story? you had to rap a part one and two?

Black mother of the earth you know i forever owe you

Two for the pads, and two to take down your momma's pants

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Been trying to put it down long after i was signed

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

From the womb, my newborn child

Two thousand and one years after christ

Double m-g not to mention we got that

It's only one round, two or three i don't need it

Outta three steps one took me back and that took me right back to "my love..."

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Racing down rainbow road, on my way to the final four

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Either i'm cocking the four or go to the door and slick talk