This is a song about "Rose bloom"

I was washed out but i rose to the surface,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

You feel it from your head to your toes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

We love for a while then a light goes

You muther fuckers smell like a dead rose

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

And put you on the sideline like that bitch d rose!

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

Where there no light for the flower to bloom,

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

It was about the rhythm, personality, and your flow that made you rose//

More phillies than pete rose, i'm southern but on the east coast,

I watched people i know pray and catch the holy ghost