This is a song about "Roses"

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

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

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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, god made me pretty, what happened to you?

Not the applause or roses thrown in awe

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground

I heard ya lost do you know your way around

Roses are red and violets are blue

I'm on point baby, ready to stick you

Several hundred roses for the dozens bullets leaves you in the casket,

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip