This is a song about "Derrick rose best"

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Your bitch is like a kiss from a rose on my tulips

I rose out of the darkness

Always knew where the pot was

We race foreign cars, custom models

I rose from the bush like valentine's petals

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

I'm went from god to a king, pete rose, philly,

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Rihanna, lady gaga, miley cyrus, amber rose,

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes