This is a song about "Adalia rose"

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

It was about the rhythm, personality, and your flow that made you rose//

X's and o's, you must be the rose

You feel it from your head to your toes

Featherweight, zombies rose dead awake, they resonate 'em,

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

Gross homicide, both upside in a rose stride

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

You muther fuckers smell like a dead rose

Pass that, catch back, fast that

So i rose above it

And put you on the sideline like that bitch d rose!

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

More phillies than pete rose, i'm southern but on the east coast,