This is a song about "Red flowers"

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

And then i saw the red,

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

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

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

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

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

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

Watch your body turn indian red,

I respect that you don't know yet

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

Em starting, 50 staring, gaga, game starting

Listening the claps from the sky, flowers are falling,

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

Thinkin bout a better life , where flowers bloom