This is a song about "Red roses"

Not the applause or roses thrown in awe

They claim it as their own, africa

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

Color your eyes alveolar red

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

It’s me, makavelia.k.a tha don of this whole clique

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

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Roses are red, violets are blue, god made me pretty, what happened to you?

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground

Got a bunch of haters, plus i got more to count