This is a song about "Rose"

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

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

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

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

I was washed out but i rose to the surface,

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

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

Keep as many phillies as i can like pete rose,

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

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

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose