This is a song about "Two three four roses"

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

Glory but you dint know my back story. then i go one two three

He grew from concrete, didn't live amongst the roses,

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

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

If we gonna last more, i gotta ask for more

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

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

You'll see rhino as a prudent student of rap / i'll defuse the illusion of facts

Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

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

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy