This is a song about "Blue roses"

Thick girls, small frame, please watch ya tummy miss

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

How beautiful are thou, africa

Not the applause or roses thrown in awe

I'm on point baby, ready to stick you

I'm feeling better and no longer blue.

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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

Even if i miss she gon' rebound

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

If only i could rap to you

And it'll make you feel blue