This is a song about "Derrick rose diss"

I'm in love with your business

Because this record is only to diss

Rose an angel we saw precious,

On the slow jam of love

So i'm one with that

So i rose above it

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Keep as many phillies as i can like pete rose,

This is love, nothing else close

Live from the lamont's rose

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

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

You muther fuckers smell like a dead rose

Sniffin rose, and have your mind mesmerize

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries