This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Two or three, hits of thc, yeah it fits for me.

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

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

Simon says touch your's while you touch mine

One two three four five six seven eight nine

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this