This is a song about "Concrete"

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Roses grown from concrete and mean streets, not meadows,

Together all the timethought it was true love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Running! right there on the concrete twirling!... right there on stage acting...

Up to your neck in concrete n eat it, like a curse

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

But really all i want is life to become concrete,

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Ideas form like concrete, think so much i could pave a whole street

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

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