This is a song about "Wars of roses"

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

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

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Are laying out in front of me, but anyways, we're roses grown,

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

How i do itthinkin' i'm new to this

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

I was underground but wasn't trying to renew the lease

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

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

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

On a wheelchair upon a bed of roses long decayed

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith