This is a song about "Roses nigga"

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

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

On a wheelchair upon a bed of roses long decayed

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Real nigga shit. hood nigga section.

First off congratulations on the win

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

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

Shout my nigga lucifer, shout my nigga joseph

Together all the timethought it was true love

Are laying out in front of me, but anyways, we're roses grown,

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Who know this be the life that i really live