This is a song about "Roses"

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

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Roses grown from concrete and mean streets, not meadows,

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

It's jungle when the niggas in zoo

That's why roses are red and there go you.

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

On a wheelchair upon a bed of roses long decayed

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

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat