This is a song about "Two three four roses"

One two three, what could it be

Third ward general, young cash money

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

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

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

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