This is a song about "Flowers"

And your hoping that he's focused to stay on the right road

Boston george the title, other rappers flowers im poison oak

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

Thinkin bout a better life , where flowers bloom

Bury them in flowers

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

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

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