This is a song about "Growing flowers"

I can make it rain

I'm growing in like rogaine

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

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

And miguel broke into song i slung bombs before lotus flowers

Listening the claps from the sky, flowers are falling,

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

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

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

My slight fo's just talk dirty

Growing inside of me

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

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

But how can we improve when kids enjoy crushing flowers

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