This is a song about "Pink roses"

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

On a wheelchair upon a bed of roses long decayed

We rap for pink slips, loser deletes their account

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

She bout that life ha that pink panther lean she sip

Roses grown from concrete and mean streets, not meadows,

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

Got a beans if you wanna pop

Dont stop uh, roses in the pot

She self made, i'm self made

Can't think straight rant pink crate