This is a song about "Butterflies and roses"

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

On a wheelchair upon a bed of roses long decayed

Bring the battering ram where you live

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

That's why roses are red and there go you.

I really love my miami crew

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

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

Just know that you'll be leaving with butterflies

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home

Are laying out in front of me, but anyways, we're roses grown,

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids