This is a song about "Guns n roses"

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

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

But i dont carry guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

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

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Artillery weak with guns

I ain't dissin' you dog, i'm dismissin' you

Roses are red and violets are blue

That was my influence

Without the sound of guns