This is a song about "Two three four roses"

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

Glory but you dint know my back story. then i go one two three

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Or two. or maybe three?

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Ambitious girl, your drive, drives me crazy

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

Normally i order three or four of these

Got tired of running from the police