This is a song about "Roses"

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

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Passion in rapping a blessing to even see this

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

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

Roses grown from concrete and mean streets, not meadows,

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

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

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