This is a song about "Grow"

And i'mma keep ya fresh

Grow older, closer to death.

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

And grow up to smoke rocks.

You pull up in parking lots

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

New year now it's time to grow

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

Double m g forever though

My abilities will surely grow

My ambition to blow

I start to build, and grow