This is a song about "Roses"

I won't comply i wont stand by noses bloody as roses

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

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

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Roses are red and violets are blue

Now, shorty this is what i'mma need from you

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

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

Dont stop uh, roses in the pot

So i took another shot