This is a song about "May flowers"

Still found a way to get pretty ass girls

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards

Bury them in flowers

Know just what your worth

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Listening the claps from the sky, flowers are falling,

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

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

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

This is hip hop for today