This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Relationships should never rewind

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy

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

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

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

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

And now that i’m getting money

One two three, what could it be

One two three four five six seven eight nine

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine

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

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row