This is a song about "Roses"

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Wetter than a swish and i never miss

He grew from concrete, didn't live amongst the roses,

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

From ghettoes and broken homes, we're roses grown from concrete,

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

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

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

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

Dont stop uh, roses in the pot