This is a song about "Pink roses"

Believe me i'mma be your god

Dont stop uh, roses in the pot

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

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

Roses are red and violets are blue

Now, shorty this is what i'mma need from you

I won't comply i wont stand by noses bloody as roses

Now i wake up, play a beat and burn a couple roaches

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

Like her tight bright pink ripe smitten that i have no invite,

On a wheelchair upon a bed of roses long decayed

And i could see you coming home after work late

Hate me if you want to but always remember this

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

She bout that life ha that pink panther lean she sip