This is a song about "Roses"

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

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

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Roses grown from concrete and mean streets, not meadows,

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

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

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

She doesn't understand the notion, of turning rosaries to roses

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers