This is a song about "Roses"

That's why roses are red and there go you.

When i get to warwick avenue

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Roses are red, violets are blue, god made me pretty, what happened to you?

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

Are laying out in front of me, but anyways, we're roses grown,

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

I won't comply i wont stand by noses bloody as roses

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

Roses are red, violets are blue, i have five fingers, the middle one's for you.

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Dont stop uh, roses in the pot

O. trice always rep his block