This is a song about "City of roses"

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

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Came back where i was raised, my city orlando,where i see a bunch of condos

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Then speed it up, this playing in the background

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground

I’m tryna be low key

Fuck life i’m out of rap city

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

They chase you a like mouse in the city of the bronx.

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

On the lord to visit the city of the saint

Driving my car to a foreign place

In the city of angels no one is safe

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

He grew from concrete, didn't live amongst the roses,