This is a song about "Erica rose"

So i rose above it

You, you, you have to pay for that

No, no, we are not those

Live from the lamont's rose

Sniffin rose, and have your mind mesmerize

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

Keep as many phillies as i can like pete rose,

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

I was washed out but i rose to the surface,

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

Everything i wanted never seem so close