This is a song about "Misty meadows"

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

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

Roses grown from concrete and mean streets, not meadows,

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth