This is a song about "Edward rose"

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

Keep as many phillies as i can like pete rose,

Featherweight, zombies rose dead awake, they resonate 'em,

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

You muther fuckers smell like a dead rose

So while you worry about the hoes

Clear thoughts with a kleenex, a rose and allegiance

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

And put you on the sideline like that bitch d rose!

Got shows on top of shows

Live from the lamont's rose

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

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

In front of our building, they was my heroes