This is a song about "Roses nigga"

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

You say you got a nigga

They claim it as their own, africa

Give me face like that nigga

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Real nigga shit. hood nigga section.

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

From ghettoes and broken homes, we're roses grown from concrete,

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

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