This is a song about "Bed of roses"

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

The thought of getting head in a comfortable bed is enticing

Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

She doesn't understand the notion, of turning rosaries to roses

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

I got out of bed, right in the morning

But wouldn't be the topic of my few friends talking

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

On a wheelchair upon a bed of roses long decayed

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

I put my body to bed

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus