This is a song about "City of roses"

Never agree with that message

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this

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

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

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

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

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

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

On a wheelchair upon a bed of roses long decayed

Had, like, the mixtape of the year

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

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Words flowing like the city of venice