This is a song about "Two three four roses"

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

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

You see now that nigga lonely

One two three, what could it be

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

Ay though i love you hate that bitch that's always with you

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Say hello to miss thang, i forgot yo name, she yellow

You're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four though

I used to sleep hungry in a bed next to roaches

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

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

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door