This is a song about "Marcia rose"

Let's have a toast for this new love

Rose an angel we saw precious,

I was washed out but i rose to the surface,

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Your bitch is like a kiss from a rose on my tulips

In front of our building, they was my heroes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost

More phillies than pete rose, i'm southern but on the east coast,

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

And put you on the sideline like that bitch d rose!

Guess i’m different than most

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Featherweight, zombies rose dead awake, they resonate 'em,

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them