This is a song about "Roses are red"

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Roses are red and violets are blue

You reflect me, i love that about you

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

It set in stone in these poems there ain’t nothing bogus

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

One day a bed

Skies are black, clouds are red

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?

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

My lungs are filled with tar, i just keep smoking that marb red square,