This is a song about "Charlie rose"

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

Gross homicide, both upside in a rose stride

I'm preteen, thirteen, still not rapping like charlie sheen.

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

This is love, nothing else close

X's and o's, you must be the rose

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Say she told her i wouldn’t shit

So i rose above it

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

Sniffin rose, and have your mind mesmerize