This is a song about "Lox roses"

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

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

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Roses are red, violets are blue, god made me pretty, what happened to you?

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

Our history that they stole, africa

Not the applause or roses thrown in awe

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic