This is a song about "Roses and violets"

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

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?

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

As my name get bigger this game get different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

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

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