This is a song about "Derrick rose diss"

I was washed out but i rose to the surface,

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Live from the lamont's rose

Here they keep a rachet close

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

Like a line full of hoes

You muther fuckers smell like a dead rose

This is love, nothing else close

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

Because this record is only to diss

From the d-town to the dmv, got all these bad bitches