This is a song about "One two three"

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

Two or three, hits of thc, yeah it fits for me.

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

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

Its been a long summer, and i've been on my grind

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

And this will be the song that we sing

One two right hook left jabbing,

Tell your homegirl relax and let me get inside you

Maybe i can help u a lil with a dollar three or two

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

The good kid from the ugly city

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

A biggie imposter bout to turn you into bacon to eat with some flap jacks