This is a song about "Oliver rose"

Some friends, some hoes

Live from the lamont's rose

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Always knew where the pot was

Rose an angel we saw precious,

One can seem pompous

I rose out of the darkness

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

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

Please lord forgive me for my sins, cause here i come

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

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

I rose from the bush like valentine's petals

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes