This is a song about "Two three four roses"

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

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

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

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

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

I came up hungry

Or two. or maybe three?

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

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

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big