This is a song about "Red roses"

Is written in our souls, africa

Not the applause or roses thrown in awe

Several hundred roses for the dozens bullets leaves you in the casket,

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

Had i not been exposed to these things

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

These jordan 4′s: check

And then i saw the red,

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

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

From ghettoes and broken homes, we're roses grown from concrete,

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic