This is a song about "Roses nigga"

You say you got a nigga

They claim it as their own, africa

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

On a wheelchair upon a bed of roses long decayed

Where every recipient, property of the state

She call a nigga too much cause she don't get enough

Shout my nigga lucifer, shout my nigga joseph

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

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

Young roy to another nigga

Beautiful are thou, africa

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick