This is a song about "Flowers"

But when i think of you, my mind pictures meadows and flowers!

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

I'm not a fucking coward cowering for hours lying in the flowers.

The birds i knew flip birds

Bury them in flowers

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Listening the claps from the sky, flowers are falling,

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

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

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

But how can we improve when kids enjoy crushing flowers

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

I'm bringing you flowers in the evening because you're laying there dead.