This is a song about "Two three four roses"

You never play with young boys cause they never private

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

Lowridin wit the pistol by my side..i stay holdin my hip nd yue know i dont dance.!

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

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

One two three four five six seven eight nine

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

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

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

One two three everybody wana be

Y'all know that nigga in the movies

Normally i order three or four of these

This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show

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