This is a song about "Two three four roses"

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

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

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

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

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

I'm the motherfucking direct devil so are u ready to dance,

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

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

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

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

And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow

One two three four five six seven eight nine

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time