This is a song about "Little flowers"

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

Never slowing, always rowing in those waters, growing into flowers

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

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

And any connotation is viewed many ways

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

Shes beautiful like all the flowers in spring,

Quite gifted, ambitions of life living

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

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

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

But how can we improve when kids enjoy crushing flowers

Listening the claps from the sky, flowers are falling,

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring