This is a song about "Growing flowers"

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

I'm not a fucking coward cowering for hours lying in the flowers.

Skipping class and growing cold

I say that the pool is closed

He don't do the same

I'm growing in like rogaine

But how can we improve when kids enjoy crushing flowers

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Listening the claps from the sky, flowers are falling,

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Could i make you my baby

Growing inside of me

Bury them in flowers

But we still real brothers