This is a song about "Concrete"

It's all for the thought of havin' more than required

Tag the empty concrete, make your voice heard

From concrete, and up on streets, we got more of chromosomes,

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick

Now i'm rich, flowing on the concrete like slick rick

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Roses grown from concrete and mean streets, not meadows,

Leap above the street and splatter on the concrete,

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

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

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep