This is a song about "Roses are red"

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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

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

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

When the lights are out she says, i am bathed in red,

I won't comply i wont stand by noses bloody as roses

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

Roses are red and violets are blue

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic