This is a song about "Erica rose"

So i rose above it

After that moscato hit

I rose from the bush like valentine's petals

We vegetables, on them record labels

More phillies than pete rose, i'm southern but on the east coast,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Meanwhile a problem rose...

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

And steelo leaks through the leaves, i keep phillies like pete rose,

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Keep as many phillies as i can like pete rose,

Thought this was forever love

Rose an angel we saw precious,

You muther fuckers smell like a dead rose

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes