This is a song about "Two three four roses"

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Everybody and their momma gon' chant this

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

Normally i order three or four of these

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

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

The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

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,

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

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