This is a song about "Two three four roses"

And it’s over for powder ‘cause they movin’ them pills

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

A biggie imposter bout to turn you into bacon to eat with some flap jacks

And i'll be rich if i get another diss

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

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

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

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

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

We love for a while then a light goes

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!