This is a song about "Growing flowers"

Rhymes overflowing, gradually growing

Sly's little shop of horrors, now showing

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

But when i think of you, my mind pictures meadows and flowers!

Skipping class and growing cold

I say that the pool is closed

Talking about the god you serve

Bury them in flowers

Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest

Sitting in igloo growing a beard

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards

Penncounting pennys over tha years

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

But how can we improve when kids enjoy crushing flowers