This is a song about "Lox roses"

I won't comply i wont stand by noses bloody as roses

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

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

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Together all the timethought it was true love

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

On a wheelchair upon a bed of roses long decayed