This is a song about "Growing flowers"

Got the crops growing beautifully,

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

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

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

But wouldn't be the topic of my few friends talking

Shes beautiful like all the flowers in spring,

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Bury them in flowers

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Sitting in igloo growing a beard

Trees, flowers , sky and light

Can't wait 'til a cop ain't actin' right

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards