This is a song about "Two three four roses"

You a lady boss, now you fly free

One two three, what could it be

Normally i order three or four of these

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

One two three everybody wana be

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

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

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

I get her once i bet you keep coming back for more

So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss