This is a song about "Two three four roses"

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

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

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

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

One two three everybody wana be

Once as a slave who imagined being free

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

It's only fitting cause i'm looking super fly with you

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Normally i order three or four of these

One two three four five six seven eight nine

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years