This is a song about "Pretty flowers"

Polygamy when ur thirty seems pretty

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

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

Boston george the title, other rappers flowers im poison oak

When i be speaking they be geekin' like i'm giving bitches dope

Better yet they work my every nerve

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards

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

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

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

I'd love to bring you flowers in the mornin... but instead,

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

I stuck flowers in the barrels sent sent them adrift from shore

But a small girl had been shotmy heart could take no more