This is a song about "Two three four roses"

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

My bars are harder than ancient artifacts, so sit back and relax

Or two. or maybe three?

And losin all his money

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with

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

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

You can search but you'll never find

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

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

Glory but you dint know my back story. then i go one two three

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see