This is a song about "Arse flowers"

Trees, flowers , sky and light

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards

Never slowing, always rowing in those waters, growing into flowers

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang sniffed a lot of flowers,

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Guess the heat was too much, like the arse of the popes children choir

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

So here i am at the store for some chips

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