This is a song about "Blue roses"

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Ion wanna see my nigga blue

Now, shorty this is what i'mma need from you

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Dont stop uh, roses in the pot

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

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

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

And pissing red, white, and blue

Shawty can i taste you

Baby doll, check it out: i get around

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground

Until your face turns blue

I'm tryna learn somethin new