This is a song about "Two three four roses"

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

One two three four five six seven eight nine

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

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

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Maybe i can teach these lazy babies to stop making their zany raps

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

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

Normally i order three or four of these

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

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

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

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