This is a song about "Two three four roses"

One two three four five six seven eight nine

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

So gon' and be my dealer baby

One two three, what could it be

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

Normally i order three or four of these

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice