This is a song about "Roses are red"

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

I will beat you red,cos your cute rhymes are killing me

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

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

She doesn't understand the notion, of turning rosaries to roses

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Probably die getting some head

Kushed up and my eye red

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss