This is a song about "Two three four roses"

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

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

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

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

Cause i can always see the farthest stars when i'm on you

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

One two three, what could it be

I swear they think i'm crazy

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick