This is a song about "Bed of roses"

I won't comply i wont stand by noses bloody as roses

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

I put my body to bed

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

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

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

He grew from concrete, didn't live amongst the roses,

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

And repurpose other versions of your murder bed

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,