This is a song about "Butterflies and roses"

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

And i be talking about me, i do this

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

On a wheelchair upon a bed of roses long decayed

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

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

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

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

Just know that you'll be leaving with butterflies

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

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

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

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh