This is a song about "Two three four roses"

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

A biggie imposter bout to turn you into bacon to eat with some flap jacks

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Glory but you dint know my back story. then i go one two three

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

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

My slight fo's just talk dirty

Or two. or maybe three?

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

Fuck the law give a shit i'm even worse than before