This is a song about "Roses are red"

Roses are red, violets are blue, god made me pretty, what happened to you?

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

Whats marijuana? my fuckin eyes are never red

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

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

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Cutting me this worthless check

Kushed up and my eye red