This is a song about "Edward rose"

I rose out of the darkness

I can teach you all the sounds of love

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

But it rose like a bubble, its stands not so humble

I think found where your mind was

Barking dog rose from the ashes

You muther fuckers smell like a dead rose

In front of our building, they was my heroes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Keep as many phillies as i can like pete rose,