This is a song about "Blue roses"

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

Dont stop uh, roses in the pot

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

I won't comply i wont stand by noses bloody as roses

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?

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

Until your face turns blue

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

High everyday my favorite color blue

And stick my dick in you but that just might offend you

I'm feeling better and no longer blue.

I ain't dissin' you dog, i'm dismissin' you

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

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