This is a song about "Roses and violets"

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

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

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

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

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Roses grown from concrete and mean streets, not meadows,

We love for a while then a light goes

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

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Babe you know it gets no better than this

And if i do go you better come through

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