This is a song about "Role"

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

I was no longer just a name on the role call,

Basic hoes? toss em out, can’t even get waffle house

No role models, except for them dudes slangin pounds

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

I know you do your thing, but be a role model,

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Never said i was a role model so don't point

Me and my niggas role together like the wheels on a chrysler

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

And touch down when i role into town.

Don’t mean i ain't ‘posed to take you down

Enter a mist, twist, barrel role and all that shit.

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Even though he played the role, cold souls burn from coal