This is a song about "About the flowers"

Talk shit about the clique,

I say what my mind speak

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

But when i think of you, my mind pictures meadows and flowers!

But how can we improve when kids enjoy crushing flowers

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Listening the claps from the sky, flowers are falling,

Like a virgin, cherry faggot, we could get it popping

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

Boston george the title, other rappers flowers im poison oak

But i'll still try to be the man sending you flowers.

I've become immune to you no name haters

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

So here i am at the store for some chips

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Bury them in flowers