This is a song about "Pretty flowers"

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang sniffed a lot of flowers,

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

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

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

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

Thinkin bout a better life , where flowers bloom

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

I wish i’ll never see you again

It was pretty windy , heavy rain

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Asshole flowers, going home

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

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

Bury them in flowers

Got one, got two, three, four girls