This is a song about "Butterflies and roses"

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

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

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

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

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

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

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I know mario's on the hook, but i was playing duck hunt

In hindsight, i think alot of yall should try to see this

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

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