This is a song about "Ribbon roses"

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

Not the applause or roses thrown in awe

How beautiful are thou, africa

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

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

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

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Roses grown from concrete and mean streets, not meadows,

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground

I turn my music down so you won’t hear a sound

And if i do go you better come through

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