This is a song about "Butterflies and roses"

Money got me excited, i’m coming four or five times

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

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground

Then speed it up, this playing in the background

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

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

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

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

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic