This is a song about "Roses nigga"

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

Several hundred roses for the dozens bullets leaves you in the casket,

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

So i took another shot

Dont stop uh, roses in the pot

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground

Everytime you come around

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Roses grown from concrete and mean streets, not meadows,

You say you got a nigga

Our nation have to bow, africa

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