This is a song about "Rose moriarty"

Rose an angel we saw precious,

She need now, she ain't never needed love

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

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

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

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

Your bitch is like a kiss from a rose on my tulips

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

In front of our building, they was my heroes

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

You muther fuckers smell like a dead rose

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes