This is a song about "Growing rose"

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

I am growing impatient

Let's have a toast for this new love

Rose an angel we saw precious,

Got the crops growing beautifully,

Hopin' that my niggas see

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

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

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

The truth shall be told

Skipping class and growing cold

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

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

Gross homicide, both upside in a rose stride

If you something like paid you can fuck tonight