This is a song about "Two three four roses"

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

I'm making straight bitches pussy wet just like a noodle

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

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

I'll chew a new one up every two to three minutes,

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

In one two three a mother fucker that’s all he is gonna be

Normally i order three or four of these

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

One two three, what could it be

My slight fo's just talk dirty