This is a song about "War of the roses"

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

The final war of the whack and sick

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

God mc oh my god you gotta see

On the brink of war, shit's bout to get gory/

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

On a wheelchair upon a bed of roses long decayed

He grew from concrete, didn't live amongst the roses,

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

'cause it's starting, the dawn of war, i'll kill y'all till noon

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

But there’s strange tidings, the tides of war are sure to change