This is a song about "Two three four roses"

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

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

In one two three a mother fucker that’s all he is gonna be

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Kids ain't like reggie jackson, nicki barnes their hero

You're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four though

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

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

Inducing my movements / as i'm improving my fusing on tracks

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