This is a song about "Two three four roses"

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

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

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

And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

And this ain’t biblical but this sermon is spiritual

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

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

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

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

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine

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