This is a song about "Blue roses"

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

Dont stop uh, roses in the pot

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

Your aura, royal blue,

And real bitches don't respect you

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

I think i'm koko b. ware, you just a bird babe

On a wheelchair upon a bed of roses long decayed

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Roses grown from concrete and mean streets, not meadows,

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

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

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this