This is a song about "Blue roses"

I'm feeling better and no longer blue.

Its been a long time comin, i should hang with you

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

I ain't tryna diss you

Outta the fucking blue/

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

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

Believe me i'mma be your god

Dont stop uh, roses in the pot

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

On a wheelchair upon a bed of roses long decayed