This is a song about "Two three four roses"

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

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

Plottin' don’t even worry

Or two. or maybe three?

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

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

One two three four five six seven eight nine

Save some, save none at the same time

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

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

And i be talking about me, i do this

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Ice on our two four, you know it's too cool. time's too cruel.

Your own physical, superficial not spiritual