This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Ice on our two four, you know it's too cool. time's too cruel.

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

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

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

One two three everybody wana be

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

Plottin' don’t even worry

One two three, what could it be

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

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

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