This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

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

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

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy

Must be something you want me to see

One two three everybody wana be

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

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

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

That's the way, you can move it baby

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