This is a song about "Rose matafeo"

So i rose above it

Rack, rack city shit

Barking dog rose from the ashes

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Rose an angel we saw precious,

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Keep as many phillies as i can like pete rose,

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

And these shape-shifting hoes

Live from the lamont's rose

This is love, nothing else close

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

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

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