This is a song about "Two three four roses"

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

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Ice on our two four, you know it's too cool. time's too cruel.

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

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

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

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

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

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

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

My niggas'll probably clown me if i told 'em that i kissed you