This is a song about "Wars of roses"

Zealous pilgrims are gone, now it's competitive wars,

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

The presidents is getting honours, for unreasoned wars

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Like 40 scores of foreign wars i bring the bombs

Not the applause or roses thrown in awe

Is written in our souls, africa

I'm tired of rap wars it's time for some stories

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love