This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

You spit that end rhyme trash i'm spittin syllables two or three

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

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

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

One two three four five six seven eight nine

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

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

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue