This is a song about "Concrete jungle"

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

From ghettoes and broken homes, we're roses grown from concrete,

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

I got ways to sort beef like shattering jaws on concrete,

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Its a jungle out here and ima pounce on tha money

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

Tag the empty concrete, make your voice heard

The word's on the street so keep your ears to the concrete

It’s me, makavelia.k.a tha don of this whole clique

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

I came out the jungle as a puzzle and you chuckle

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Leap above the street and splatter on the concrete,

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,