This is a song about "Guns n roses"

Without the sound of guns

Guess they ran out of options

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

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

On a wheelchair upon a bed of roses long decayed

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

But i dont carry guns

That was my influence