This is a song about "Lox roses"

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Together all the timethought it was true love

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Roses grown from concrete and mean streets, not meadows,

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

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

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Several hundred roses for the dozens bullets leaves you in the casket,

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

Roses are red and violets are blue

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

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

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?

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,