This is a song about "White roses"

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Especially if you are fucking white.

Three times cause fate had my side

Professing they found one ready as this

He grew from concrete, didn't live amongst the roses,

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

It set in stone in these poems there ain’t nothing bogus

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

She doesn't understand the notion, of turning rosaries to roses

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears