This is a song about "Roses"

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

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

Dont stop uh, roses in the pot

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

On a wheelchair upon a bed of roses long decayed

I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home

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

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

Our children must be taught, of africa

Not the applause or roses thrown in awe

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

As my record label nitpicks at this

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground

The fourth one, i like to kick around