This is a song about "Two three four roses"

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

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

Cause some of you bitches funny

One two three, what could it be

They say i talk like im god body

One two three everybody wana be

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

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

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

Doing the moonwalk, hoping i blow up in time

One two three four five six seven eight nine

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,