This is a song about "Ashley rose"

Trying to get back to this thing called love

I was washed out but i rose to the surface,

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

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

You muther fuckers smell like a dead rose

Have sex on a highway in the lexus

Rose an angel we saw precious,

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

Gross homicide, both upside in a rose stride

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Clear thoughts with a kleenex, a rose and allegiance

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Like a line full of hoes

Meanwhile a problem rose...