This is a song about "Guns and roses"

A legend out here, and i'm ending careers by the end of my year

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

I, slap bitchez and toke guns for fun

Make them more insecure when they caught one

And if i do go you better come through

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

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

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

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic