This is a song about "Growing flowers"

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang sniffed a lot of flowers,

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

Boston george the title, other rappers flowers im poison oak

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Got the crops growing beautifully,

Thinkin bout a better life , where flowers bloom

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

It's no wonder why i go in any hood like i am knowing

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

If we gonna last more, i gotta ask for more

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

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

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve