This is a song about "Beautiful flowers"

The most beautiful place

Don't you fall from grace

Thinkin bout a better life , where flowers bloom

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards

Writing beautiful tales of our adventures

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

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

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Listening the claps from the sky, flowers are falling,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

I've become immune to you no name haters

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