This is a song about "Two three four roses"

One two three everybody wana be

We might be back in this baby

And i be talking about me, i do this

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

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

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

I'm the motherfucking direct devil so are u ready to dance,

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

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

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

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