This is a song about "Rose moriarty"

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

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

You muther fuckers smell like a dead rose

So while you worry about the hoes

Rihanna, lady gaga, miley cyrus, amber rose,

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

I watched people i know pray and catch the holy ghost

I rose from the bush like valentine's petals

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

I can smell it when i go outside

Gross homicide, both upside in a rose stride

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes