This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

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

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

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

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

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

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years