This is a song about "Two three four roses"

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

One two three everybody wana be

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Promise me you won't step out of line

One two three four five six seven eight nine

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Normally i order three or four of these

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips