This is a song about "White lillies and yellow roses"

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

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

That's why roses are red and there go you.

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Roses grown from concrete and mean streets, not meadows,

Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you

Let me tell what it was like, the shoe, it was nice and yellow too

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

And probably think i'm comfortable because my color's white,

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

And stressed... about my white past

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Yellow tape up and now your minds shocked

Cause my mother let me do what i want