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

Fucking with a motherfucking mind

Two thousand and one years after christ

So here it is on myself ... are you ready one , two three lets go

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

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

Shit you so bad know your daddy wish he could still spank you

And tell the doc you'd be dead at four

Not one j got a pair or more

Controling my steamknowing my team to deserve more

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

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

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

One hundred and eighty three life sentences ill be back once off

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Glory but you dint know my back story. then i go one two three