This is a song about "Butterfly wings grow from care and love and family grows from compashion"

From workin' 9 to 5, from grindin', tryna provide for the family,

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Hear the rambling in the sky

Coz i got gun and my butterfly

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Kids who need attention love and care

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Cause it's friday, it's blacc friday

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came

Freedom from loss and so freedom from gain.

There's one last thing i want you to know about this girl i know *music ends*

Taking to soon from dis world never thought you'd be taking from your family and friends

Shotgun in the drop made a right

Sell out a show and grow from the hype.