This is a song about "Natalie la rose"

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

To this day as he roams the urban maze we call la

I mean the game been dry

That’s my la-la lullaby.

You muther fuckers smell like a dead rose

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Live from the lamont's rose

And steelo leaks through the leaves, i keep phillies like pete rose,

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Guess i’m different than most

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

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Barking dog rose from the ashes

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes