This is a song about "Two o three"

But five years from now i bet she see

At the age of fuckin three

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

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

O save me please just bravely

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

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Lowridin wit the pistol by my side..i stay holdin my hip nd yue know i dont dance.!

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

Growing up i had your posters o

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes