This is a song about "Butterflies and roses"

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

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

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

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

Not the applause or roses thrown in awe

Educate yourselves, of africa

Dont stop uh, roses in the pot

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

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

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

As my name get bigger this game get different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Thick girls, small frame, please watch ya tummy miss