This is a song about "Double blue and gold quill pink roses"

Roses grown from concrete and mean streets, not meadows,

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

I'mma get on my zombie shit, wait, here's my carcass

My girls and my sbs, got a thing for pink boxes

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Humble and the prof double the entourage

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

Gold chains, watches and more,

Cause when i make this stew

And pissing red, white, and blue

Roses are red, violets are blue, god made me pretty, what happened to you?

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

You got me blue and lonely

On they twitter writing novels, see

Roses are red and violets are blue

You reflect me, i love that about you