This is a song about "Roses"

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

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

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Curl up like big worm when i drop

Dont stop uh, roses in the pot

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss

It set in stone in these poems there ain’t nothing bogus

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

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

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

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

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,