This is a song about "Roses nigga"

Not the applause or roses thrown in awe

Our history that they stole, africa

Roses are red, violets are blue, i have five fingers, the middle one's for you.

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

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

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

That means i have no block

Dont stop uh, roses in the pot

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

On a wheelchair upon a bed of roses long decayed

Give me face like that nigga

I try to tell them i'm one of the

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,