This is a song about "Rose coloured glasses"

And steelo leaks through the leaves, i keep phillies like pete rose,

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

I plead with em, the system ain't right

No glasses, love at first sight

My nigga, its all love

Peter parker flow, no glasses

Murder you notable, murder you glasses

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

You muther fuckers smell like a dead rose

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

It's hinted, and my glasses were tinted

Meanwhile a problem rose...

Big homie hov said i am close