This is a song about "Two three four roses"

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

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Must be something you want me to see

One two three everybody wana be

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

One two three, what could it be

Fuck that now trying get the money

Let's get off the phone and we can speak when i see you

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

As i seenobody cares about my history

You spit that end rhyme trash i'm spittin syllables two or three