This is a song about "Two three four roses"

As i seenobody cares about my history

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

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

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

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

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

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

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

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

Normally i order three or four of these

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

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

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

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