This is a song about "Butterflies and roses"

I’m a pretty dark person, i’ve though about ending it a million times

I'm writing, otherwise i'd be somewhere higher than butterflies

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Roses are red and violets are blue

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

Several hundred roses for the dozens bullets leaves you in the casket,

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

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

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

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

From ghettoes and broken homes, we're roses grown from concrete,

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed