This is a song about "Guns amd roses"

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

The science and the art, africa

Not the applause or roses thrown in awe

Hitchhike on the side of yje road amd and act real hospitable

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

On a wheelchair upon a bed of roses long decayed

On that water like islands they ain’t swimmin’ you dig

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Roses grown from concrete and mean streets, not meadows,

So while you worry about the hoes