This is a song about "Joey rose"

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

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

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Letting the silence loom joey started his attack

You muther fuckers smell like a dead rose

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

I rose out of the darkness

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

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes