This is a song about "Black roses"

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground

And i be talking about me, i do this

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Together all the timethought it was true love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

I'm about to snap

And i thought i was black

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

Are laying out in front of me, but anyways, we're roses grown,

Several hundred roses for the dozens bullets leaves you in the casket,

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

I'm after you bringing traffic through

Roses are red and violets are blue