This is a song about "Two three four roses"

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

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

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

Normally i order three or four of these

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Who know this be the life that i really live

One two three everybody wana be

You a lady boss, now you fly free

He grew from concrete, didn't live amongst the roses,

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

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