This is a song about "Ashley rose"

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

You muther fuckers smell like a dead rose

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

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

And steelo leaks through the leaves, i keep phillies like pete rose,

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Your bitch is like a kiss from a rose on my tulips

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Trying to get back to this thing called love

I was washed out but i rose to the surface,

Just intentions to impress you, if capable

But it rose like a bubble, its stands not so humble

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes