This is a song about "Arse flowers"

Thinkin bout a better life , where flowers bloom

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

I'd love to bring you flowers in the mornin... but instead,

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Call on one of your girls

Bury them in flowers

Than you gotta have a handle on your arse to take

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

I'm not a fucking coward cowering for hours lying in the flowers.

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers