This is a song about "Two three four roses"

One two three four five six seven eight nine

Jeff hamilton, genesis, leather time

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

I used to sleep hungry in a bed next to roaches

Or two. or maybe three?

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

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

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Cause time is money

One two three, what could it be

Mama told me it'd be days like this

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

I'm fucking asthmatic, my records problematic

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

One two three everybody wana be

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free