This is a song about "Wars of roses"

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

I just want another, wars inside i discover, full of clutter,

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

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

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

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

Like 40 scores of foreign wars i bring the bombs

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

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

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

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

You know i be teasing, though

Fourscore and four wars ago