This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Took me a while just to write those

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

Or two. or maybe three?

All i want is you baby

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

Even if i didn't i would ball like arenas - swish

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

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

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

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

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

It was just another party

One two three, what could it be