This is a song about "Two three four roses"

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow

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

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

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

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

A shame i gotta put up with her shit just to get you

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years