This is a song about "Two three four roses"

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

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

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

Face the facts, 'cuz honesty is somethin' that our nation lacks,

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

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

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

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