This is a song about "Black roses"

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

I know you just doing your job

Black as black like the blacktop/

Cause everytime you come around

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

That's why roses are red and there go you.

We kung-fu that jack black/

Goddamn, the boy's back

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

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

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love