This is a song about "Roses"

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Babe you know it gets no better than this

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Several hundred roses for the dozens bullets leaves you in the casket,

Roses grown from concrete and mean streets, not meadows,

We love for a while then a light goes

Not the applause or roses thrown in awe

Our nation have to bow, africa

Got a bunch of haters, plus i got more to count

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground

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

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due