This is a song about "Blue flowers"

I'm feelin on that 'rillo till i'm level with the moon

Thinkin bout a better life , where flowers bloom

Fuck reppin red fuck reppin blue,

My home girl told me i got an issue

Knowing that i need you

Until your face turns blue

But how can we improve when kids enjoy crushing flowers

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

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

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

What preceded was the clue

Your aura, royal blue,

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

When you making a difference it's gone be haters