This is a song about "One two"

I wrote two warm up songs but this one is my third

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

And a bad one with two degrees

Now i'm living out my dreams

Why not explode a nuclear plant two twin towers two thousands and one

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

One two three everybody wana be

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

I don't know bro, but it's mic check, one two.

Ya so fine i got to give it to you