This is a song about "Poppy flowers"

Can't wait 'til a cop ain't actin' right

Trees, flowers , sky and light

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

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

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

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

Thinkin bout a better life , where flowers bloom

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Bury them in flowers

So you finally got the nerve

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

I'm bringing you flowers in the evening because you're laying there dead.

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,