This is a song about "City of roses"

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

I am olubowale, the answer to this

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

I'm breaking the silence i'm sick of speculating the violence, i'm kenner city brawling.

Fuck life i’m out of rap city

Look it something they can't ever see

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

On a wheelchair upon a bed of roses long decayed

Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear

In the "city of lights", it's hard to see clear

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

The tables are turned i can't take this

Hell of a hand without a man, feelin' helpless

Words flowing like the city of venice

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

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