This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

Its been a long summer, and i've been on my grind

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Normally i order three or four of these

One two three, what could it be

She going to borrow some money

Bitch, they call it motor city

Or two. or maybe three?

The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you

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

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

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

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow