This is a song about "Concrete"

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

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Together all the timethought it was true love

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

Leap above the street and splatter on the concrete,

The word's on the street so keep your ears to the concrete

But we know all the same people so we got to speak

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

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

But really all i want is life to become concrete,

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

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