This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

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

One two three everybody wana be

They say i talk like im god body

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

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

Let me drug you up and put different things in you

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

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

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

Bitch, i might make you my baby

One two three, what could it be

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

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

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