This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

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

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

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

He grew from concrete, didn't live amongst the roses,

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

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

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

A military mind mean money

One two three, what could it be

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

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