This is a song about "Grow"

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

So look out now, the legend starts to grow

Ran outside to see the big show

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Still be needing to grow up

The cool say i'm thug

You know i be teasing, though

To explore how we grow,

I wouldn't say i'm nino with the carter

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder

Slammin that puss makes my weiner grow

She probably had a reason though