This is a song about "Ribbon roses"

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

Everybody and their momma gon' chant this

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

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Not the applause or roses thrown in awe

They infiltrate our homes, africa

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

On a wheelchair upon a bed of roses long decayed

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground