This is a song about "Red rose telecom"

The dead society of a poet

So i rose above it

You muther fuckers smell like a dead rose

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Ain't no women at the shows

Live from the lamont's rose

Kushed up and my eye red

You could say i'm friends with fred

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Rose an angel we saw precious,

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

Covered the room in splattered red,

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Watch your body turn indian red,