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

Two thousand and one years after christ

They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed

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

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

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

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

I'll chew a new one up every two to three minutes,

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

In one two three a mother fucker that’s all he is gonna be

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

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

They say i talk like im god body

Jay-z, beyonce, and me, i'm one to three

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind