This is a song about "Red roses"

She doesn't understand the notion, of turning rosaries to roses

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

And then i saw the red,

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

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

If i ever bleed dmv you can hear it when i speak

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

She don’t give her nigga head

Skies are black, clouds are red

Don't 'nar confuse, i ain't a friend of you

Roses are red and violets are blue

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Covered the room in splattered red,