This is a song about "Two three four roses"

One two three, what could it be

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

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

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

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

But i got skeptics and some fans that just be needing more

Bought a brand new car for my after party

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

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

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty