This is a song about "Tigers rose"

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

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

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

Here they keep a rachet close

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

Keep as many phillies as i can like pete rose,

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

She need now, she ain't never needed love

I was washed out but i rose to the surface,

And put you on the sideline like that bitch d rose!

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

This is love, nothing else close

Live from the lamont's rose

We tigers with the same mind state

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait