This is a song about "Rose pistol"

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Featherweight, zombies rose dead awake, they resonate 'em,

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

In front of our building, they was my heroes

They just need convincing like malcolm little

Spattering bitches brains everywhere with my pistol,

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

Shoot slugs from my mind like a pistol

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

I was on my sway shit

So i rose above it