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

Kill streak one hundred and eighty three in the caption spot

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

And tell the doc you'd be dead at four

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

Kill streak one hundred and eighty three in the caption spot

At times i like to watch out the latest shit

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

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

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

One two three four five six seven eight nine

Guess that means you can never be mine

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

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks