This is a song about "Wars of roses"

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

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

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

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Dont stop uh, roses in the pot

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Never break, took a break though

Fourscore and four wars ago

Got a bunch of haters, plus i got more to count

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground

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

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

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

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids