This is a song about "Flowers"

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Asshole flowers, going home

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang sniffed a lot of flowers,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Still found a way to get pretty ass girls

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

But i'll still try to be the man sending you flowers.

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Upstate he take showers

Bury them in flowers

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Walk blind into a line or fight

Trees, flowers , sky and light

I'd love to bring you flowers in the mornin... but instead,

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet