This is a song about "Black roses"

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

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

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

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

Yo, i'll bet she be back

Who happens to be black

Passion in rapping a blessing to even see this

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Murdered every bod from my squad

Dont stop uh, roses in the pot

While i freakin' spit black

When love comes callin', don’t look back

Skin tone i wish i could take it back

The villian’s back and venom black

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Roses are red, violets are blue, god made me pretty, what happened to you?