This is a song about "Glass rose"

Cause you're most likely to crash

Just put your hand on the glass

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

So while you worry about the hoes

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

Following footprints with a magnifying glass

I rose from the bush like valentine's petals

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Here they keep a rachet close

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

Rihanna, lady gaga, miley cyrus, amber rose,

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Keep as many phillies as i can like pete rose,

Live from the lamont's rose

No, no, we are not those