This is a song about "Two three four roses"

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

In fact my past is the raddest, filled with bags of grass and captain caps

One two three everybody wana be

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

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

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

Your own physical, superficial not spiritual

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

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

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

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

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

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

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money