This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

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

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

Kendrick lamar, his momma called him that

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

I'm the motherfucking direct devil so are u ready to dance,

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

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

Now whatcha gonna dowhen my niggas come for you

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

One two three, what could it be

That's the way, you can move it baby