This is a song about "Red roses"

Cutting me this worthless check

Skies are black, clouds are red

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

On a wheelchair upon a bed of roses long decayed

Dont stop uh, roses in the pot

I fucking hate this job

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Roses grown from concrete and mean streets, not meadows,

She don’t give her nigga head

Covered the room in splattered red,

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

Roses are red and violets are blue

This nation's peace sent here to run you

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

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep