This is a song about "Roses nigga"

On a wheelchair upon a bed of roses long decayed

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

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

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

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

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

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

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

I get special attention

Real nigga shit. hood nigga section.

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

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with