This is a song about "Two three four roses"

One two three, what could it be

Could i make you my baby

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four

Hate me if you want to but always remember this

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Cause you're the star, everybody looking at you

Maybe i can help u a lil with a dollar three or two

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

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

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Normally i order three or four of these

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Or two. or maybe three?