This is a song about "Two three four roses"

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Cabo to jamaica every weekend honey moon and you

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

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

My bars are harder than ancient artifacts, so sit back and relax

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

Normally i order three or four of these

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

One two three everybody wana be

So while the world goes drake crazy