This is a song about "Guns roses"

Used to call me the african don dada

Not the applause or roses thrown in awe

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

Roses grown from concrete and mean streets, not meadows,

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Everybody and their momma gon' chant this

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

Fuck a video vixen, they got vicious intentions

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Without the sound of guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

She doesn't understand the notion, of turning rosaries to roses

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years