This is a song about "Grow"

I start to build, and grow

It ain't nothing though

Yo we get the dank and bounce

Grow it in my red house

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Then some lady named billie holiday

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

To explore how we grow,

That's why they can't mess up my flow

One time for the 305, though

Now i know i'm more to grow.

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Together all the timethought it was true love

With foreign names, valet the range

Help me grow to blow the stage,