This is a song about "Lox roses"

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

I got it on lox, i'll bring the bagels

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Who know this be the life that i really live

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

On a wheelchair upon a bed of roses long decayed

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

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Together all the timethought it was true love

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick