This is a song about "Two three four roses"

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

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

One two three, what could it be

Please boo what's your size crazy

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

So here it is on myself ... are you ready one , two three lets go

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time

One two three four five six seven eight nine

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

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

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

Maybe i can help u a lil with a dollar three or two

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue