This is a song about "Wars of roses"

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

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

Fourscore and four wars ago

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

Towers over and defends wars

And of course, my car's off course

Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

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

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Harlem shake? nah, i'm in harlem shaking awake

On a wheelchair upon a bed of roses long decayed

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic