This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

So here it is on myself ... are you ready one , two three lets go

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

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

Do he make you feel important than how you felt before

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

You can search but you'll never find

He grew from concrete, didn't live amongst the roses,

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

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

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