This is a song about "Two three four roses"

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

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

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

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Normally i order three or four of these

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

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

One two three everybody wana be

They say i talk like im god body

The revolution has arrived

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind