This is a song about "Ribbon roses"

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?

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Dont stop uh, roses in the pot

So take the stage just show me what you got

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

Are laying out in front of me, but anyways, we're roses grown,

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground

A smooth criminaland though i pack this pound

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

Though no #bow and #ribbon, but this drastic #talent's still a #gift, so, go and get it

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

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