This is a song about "Red roses"

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Roses grown from concrete and mean streets, not meadows,

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

Dont stop uh, roses in the pot

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this

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

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

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

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

He grew from concrete, didn't live amongst the roses,

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

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