This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Maybe i can help u a lil with a dollar three or two

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

One two three, what could it be

You see now that nigga lonely

Is it possible at the same moment in time

One two three four five six seven eight nine

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

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

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

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

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

We once came from fields of cotton to roses