This is a song about "Rose lalonde"

Gross homicide, both upside in a rose stride

Lord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't living right

Live from the lamont's rose

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Clear thoughts with a kleenex, a rose and allegiance

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

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

And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful

But it rose like a bubble, its stands not so humble

I rose out of the darkness

And now it's clear as this promise

Rihanna, lady gaga, miley cyrus, amber rose,

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

You muther fuckers smell like a dead rose

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes