This is a song about "Red roses"

Color your eyes alveolar red

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

Watch your body turn indian red,

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

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

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Roses are red, violets are blue, i have five fingers, the middle one's for you.

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Skies are black, clouds are red