This is a song about "War of the roses"

And spit it the way i do simp-a-ly because i like this song

And let’s win this war from fighting battles to the break of dawn

Mo county, va, show is over, encore

Its the last prime to death, and we screaming out war

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

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

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

On a wheelchair upon a bed of roses long decayed

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

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

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Several hundred roses for the dozens bullets leaves you in the casket,

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets