This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

So here it is on myself ... are you ready one , two three lets go

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

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

Cause all i want is you, baby

One two three, what could it be

Don't worry bout a thang baby

One two three everybody wana be

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

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

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

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

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

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