This is a song about "Wars of roses"

Dont stop uh, roses in the pot

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

I just want another, wars inside i discover, full of clutter,

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

Killers walk free, countries having civil wars,

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

Passion in rapping a blessing to even see this

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

I'm tired of rap wars it's time for some stories

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

On a wheelchair upon a bed of roses long decayed

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade