This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Tree pine, now, do the tree pine

One two three four five six seven eight nine

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

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

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.

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

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

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

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

Normally i order three or four of these

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

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

And niggas flashing crazy

One two three, what could it be