This is a song about "Lox roses"

Used to call me the african don dada

Not the applause or roses thrown in awe

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Roses are red, violets are blue, god made me pretty, what happened to you?

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

On a wheelchair upon a bed of roses long decayed

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!