This is a song about "Stone roses"

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Walk out on that note, leave standin frozen like madussa to stone.

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

They say i'm too nice to be a rapper

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

He grew from concrete, didn't live amongst the roses,

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

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

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

Don't you know you can't get blood out of a stone?

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!