This is a song about "Tigers rose"

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Your bitch is like a kiss from a rose on my tulips

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Man, don't trust these bitches. every rose has thorns.

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

But it rose like a bubble, its stands not so humble

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

And steelo leaks through the leaves, i keep phillies like pete rose,

Big homie hov said i am close

Meanwhile a problem rose...

I rose out of the darkness

Trying to get back to this thing called love