This is a song about "Flower pot"

Fire burning, room turning, flower on the wall yearning.

This is just an indication that we still working

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

I walked into her apartment with a flower in had

Meaning its more like pot expansion

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Just like when you're plucking the last fucking pedal off of a living flower

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Up a flower rip it to shreds

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Pot gets to me/my eyes are blazed

But they sold jello in the paint

Dont stop uh, roses in the pot

I get my cake; i love hip hop