This is a song about "Lox roses"

That's why roses are red and there go you.

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

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

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

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

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

From ghettoes and broken homes, we're roses grown from concrete,

Mama told me it'd be days like this

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Roses grown from concrete and mean streets, not meadows,

Like a fiend off the best rock

Dont stop uh, roses in the pot