This is a song about "Pink roses"

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Roses grown from concrete and mean streets, not meadows,

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground

Pink and purple pussy's so i'm callin all of y'all nerds

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

He grew from concrete, didn't live amongst the roses,

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

Dont stop uh, roses in the pot

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

On a wheelchair upon a bed of roses long decayed

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

Roses are red and violets are blue

Sabotage, sabotage, i love you