This is a song about "Rose matafeo"

So while you worry about the hoes

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

I rose out of the darkness

Im so bonkas, im not conscious

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

To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost

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

So i gotta pitch them this, for a better outcome

Featherweight, zombies rose dead awake, they resonate 'em,

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

Man, don't trust these bitches. every rose has thorns.

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

You muther fuckers smell like a dead rose