This is a song about "Growing flowers"

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

I'm growing in like rogaine

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

Listening the claps from the sky, flowers are falling,

While them bitches always gossip, she busy going shopping

I stuck flowers in the barrels sent sent them adrift from shore

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

And i know it's hard when you feel that anger growing

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Thinkin bout a better life , where flowers bloom

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

Wish i could shed all these tears

Growing up by myself

Asshole flowers, going home

Be shy when we're all alone