This is a song about "Two three four roses"

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

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

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

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

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

Of a nigga that don't give a fuck about time

One two three four five six seven eight nine

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

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

One two three, what could it be

It's no longer a new jack city

Or two. or maybe three?

That's why i'm makin' money