This is a song about "Bed of roses"

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

You know that love is a very serious thing

I got out of bed, right in the morning

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Forgive me lord, it feels like i commit a sin a day

In my bed with visions of you in my head, still i pray

They share the same bed, instead of happiness they prefer dread

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

As my record label nitpicks at this

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

"where is it?" under the bed? in the depths of the shed?

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed