This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Double m-g not to mention we got that

It's only one round, two or three i don't need it

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

You're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four though

One two three everybody wana be

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

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

Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

One two three, what could it be