This is a song about "Kaylei rose collier"

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

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

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

I was washed out but i rose to the surface,

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

Took me a while just to write those

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

Rose an angel we saw precious,

You muther fuckers smell like a dead rose

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

It was about the rhythm, personality, and your flow that made you rose//

So i rose above it

Yeah, rack, rack city shit