This is a song about "Arse flowers"

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

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

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

Trees, flowers , sky and light

It's alright, if it's right

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

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

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Fair skin like cream in genie jar but mouth spillin' wind like loony arse

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

I stuck flowers in the barrels sent sent them adrift from shore

Bury them in flowers

But we still real brothers