This is a song about "Guns n roses"

You can't evade my guns,

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground

We bustin' like shot guns

Guess they ran out of options

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

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

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

And i be talking about me, i do this

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

Almost cried right on the spot

Dont stop uh, roses in the pot