This is a song about "Ybn corsage"

Roses grown from concrete and mean streets, not meadows,

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

A thug niggas in tha house

Ripped the gown around the blouse,

Ripped the gown around the blouse,

Heystop running your mouth

In hopes to get on top

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

I sit and dont say a word i just look down at my blouse

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

I won't comply i wont stand by noses bloody as roses