This is a song about "Two three four roses"

So here it is on myself ... are you ready one , two three lets go

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

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

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

But we should be body to body

So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

You're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four though