This is a song about "Blue roses"

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

Whipping whatever i, 460ls you

Until your face turns blue

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

Ion wanna see my nigga blue

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Not the applause or roses thrown in awe

How beautiful are thou, africa

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic