This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Took my heart away from money

One two three, what could it be

In fact my past is the raddest, filled with bags of grass and captain caps

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

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

Take your time when you’re with me baby

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

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

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

One two three four five six seven eight nine

Normally i order three or four of these

My bitches brighter always saying lights please