This is a song about "Lox roses"

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

But we know all the same people so we got to speak

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

She doesn't understand the notion, of turning rosaries to roses

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Even if i didn't i would ball like arenas - swish

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Dont stop uh, roses in the pot

Murdered every bod from my squad

A legend have to bow, africa

Not the applause or roses thrown in awe

Roses are red and violets are blue

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Roses grown from concrete and mean streets, not meadows,