This is a song about "Guns roses"

Dont stop uh, roses in the pot

They burn on every block

We once came from fields of cotton to roses

Tryin' to celebrate my independence day, will smith

U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!

Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis

On a wheelchair upon a bed of roses long decayed

Rat poison your relish right in the center, babe

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground

A smooth criminaland though i pack this pound

It set in stone in these poems there ain’t nothing bogus

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,