This is a song about "Guns n roses"

Without the sound of guns

That was my influence

I won't comply i wont stand by noses bloody as roses

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

Roses are red and violets are blue

On a wheelchair upon a bed of roses long decayed

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Back with a vengeance

You can't evade my guns,

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Artillery weak with guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince