This is a song about "Two three four roses"

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

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

My lady, my baby

Or two. or maybe three?

Normally i order three or four of these

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

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

Take your time when you’re with me baby

You spit that end rhyme trash i'm spittin syllables two or three

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

Maybe i can help u a lil with a dollar three or two

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue