This is a song about "Red roses"

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

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

That's why roses are red and there go you.

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

Covered the room in splattered red,

Woo-hah, got you all in check

You already know you're dead

And then i saw the red,

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

Not the applause or roses thrown in awe

Watch your body turn indian red,

My god come before this bread

Found dead covered in red

Holla out my set