This is a song about "Two three four roses"

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

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

I'm making straight bitches pussy wet just like a noodle

Ice on our two four, you know it's too cool. time's too cruel.

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

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

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

One two three, what could it be

I came up hungry

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

Normally i order three or four of these

You're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four though

Ironically it subs like a hero

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Or two. or maybe three?