This is a song about "Lox roses"

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

Are laying out in front of me, but anyways, we're roses grown,

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

And a hi-hat made of plastic, nigga's sound is elastic

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

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

Tryin' to celebrate my independence day, will smith

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

He grew from concrete, didn't live amongst the roses,

Thick girls, small frame, please watch ya tummy miss

Dont stop uh, roses in the pot

Curl up like big worm when i drop

Roses grown from concrete and mean streets, not meadows,

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes