This is a song about "Red roses"

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

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

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Kushed up and my eye red

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Watch your body turn indian red,

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

Not the applause or roses thrown in awe

To liberate yourself, africa