This is a song about "Marcia rose"

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

It was about the rhythm, personality, and your flow that made you rose//

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

I rose from the bush like valentine's petals

Live from the lamont's rose

Tryna stay clear of my foes

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Clear thoughts with a kleenex, a rose and allegiance

Live from the lamont's rose

Ain't no women at the shows

Man, don't trust these bitches. every rose has thorns.

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Meanwhile a problem rose...

Guess i’m different than most