This is a song about "White rose"

Meanwhile a problem rose...

Big homie hov said i am close

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Featherweight, zombies rose dead awake, they resonate 'em,

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

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Clear thoughts with a kleenex, a rose and allegiance

I rose out of the darkness

Rub the wood and ima show em love

More phillies than pete rose, i'm southern but on the east coast,

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

You muther fuckers smell like a dead rose

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

And these shape-shifting hoes

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