This is a song about "Two three four roses"

The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

One two three, what could it be

C’mon and let’s chill baby

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

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

It ain't hard to make money

Or two. or maybe three?

Ice on our two four, you know it's too cool. time's too cruel.

And this ain’t biblical but this sermon is spiritual

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

So here it is on myself ... are you ready one , two three lets go