This is a song about "Sara from denmark"

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

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

Didn't graduate from highs school from problems in my home,

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time

While you debatin' a resign from gettin' cooked from my previous line.

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

From that. from where i come from, can't even afford pants.

If your understandin where im commin from

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Especially from detectives