This is a song about "Misty meadows"

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Roses grown from concrete and mean streets, not meadows,

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

It faded away past it's prime,as i sit in this misty haze,

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

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds