This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

Gotta give it to you girl you're one of a kind

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

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

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

You reflect in this heart of mine

One two three four five six seven eight nine

Now i wake up, play a beat and burn a couple roaches

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

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

I'll chew a new one up every two to three minutes,

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

Normally i order three or four of these