This is a song about "Lox roses"

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

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

Roses are red, violets are blue, i have five fingers, the middle one's for you.

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

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

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

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

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