This is a song about "Ribbon roses"

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

On a wheelchair upon a bed of roses long decayed

Professing they found one ready as this

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground

I've been a pro, but now i'm profound

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

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

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

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