This is a song about "Blue roses"

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Our nation have to bow, africa

Not the applause or roses thrown in awe

Roses are red, violets are blue, i have five fingers, the middle one's for you.

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Roses are red, violets are blue, god made me pretty, what happened to you?

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

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

I'm feeling better and no longer blue.

I'm tryna learn somethin new

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

My favorite color is blue

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh