This is a song about "Concrete jungle"

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

From ghettoes and broken homes, we're roses grown from concrete,

But really all i want is life to become concrete,

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

This whole place is nothing but a big fucking jungle,

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Now you on the concrete

But this time i will stand with my feet planted, and be solid as a concrete

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Leave you lost in this jungle giving none of you maps

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance