This is a song about "Two three four roses"

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

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

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

He grew from concrete, didn't live amongst the roses,

How i do itthinkin' i'm new to this

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

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

One two three four five six seven eight nine

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

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