This is a song about "Rosa multiflora"

They are the coaches in this

But my niggaz in paris

Fire burning, room turning, flower on the wall yearning.

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

But once established we living lavish, like the house of versi, paris,

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

I take home billions and pay my workers eight bucks an hour,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

We race foreign cars, custom models

I rose from the bush like valentine's petals

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

I though i was red hot

Like a fiend off the best rock