This is a song about "Guns roses"

Roses are red and violets are blue

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground

To come and change my life around

We got dat guns and flow

Now them broads gon' follow

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

On a wheelchair upon a bed of roses long decayed

Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,

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

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

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

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

But i dont carry guns

3m's on my new balance