This is a song about "May flowers"

Remember that day on the 25th of may

I was gonna write you a poem today

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Listening the claps from the sky, flowers are falling,

Bury them in flowers

Actions speak louder than words

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

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

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

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

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

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

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Rub my back, then let me lay