This is a song about "Rose pistol"

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

You muther fuckers smell like a dead rose

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Spattering bitches brains everywhere with my pistol,

This is the shit that is makin' me cynical

I gotta teach hoes

Live from the lamont's rose

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Rihanna, lady gaga, miley cyrus, amber rose,

I might have this pistol to my face,

Lookin' for these better days