This is a song about "Two three four roses"

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Normally i order three or four of these

Ima let her be by herself in peace

I came up hungry

Or two. or maybe three?

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

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

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

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby