This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Or two. or maybe three?

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

You're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four though

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

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

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

One two three, what could it be

We got money to go get baby

One two three four five six seven eight nine

Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

One two three to late now your gone busted nose