This is a song about "Guns n roses"

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

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

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

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

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Artillery weak with guns

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

On a wheelchair upon a bed of roses long decayed

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

And it’s over for powder ‘cause they movin’ them pills

Dont stop uh, roses in the pot

Ever since then i had no job

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic