This is a song about "May flowers"

Asshole flowers, going home

Shit ain’t better alone

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

But how can we improve when kids enjoy crushing flowers

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Brotha lynch may be mean

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

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

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

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

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers

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

Oh i gotta face the day

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may