This is a song about "Two three four roses"

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

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

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

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

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

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

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

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

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

Satan falls back..demons get smacked...evil backtracks sinners get stopped in their tracks/

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

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,