This is a song about "Two three four roses"

One two three, what could it be

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

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

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

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

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

He grew from concrete, didn't live amongst the roses,

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

In fact my past is the raddest, filled with bags of grass and captain caps

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

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most