This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

One two three everybody wana be

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

You better get yours fore i reach mine

One two three four five six seven eight nine

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

Everything i wanted never seem so close