This is a song about "Sun flowers"

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

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Im fucking coming, blocking the sun

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

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

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

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

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

Boston george the title, other rappers flowers im poison oak

Sitting in my chair relaxing in the sun

You know i love my team, but they couldn't see my vision

I strike a match, borderline light the sun

Cold, my style making my nose run

I can only imagine

You're the snow, i'm the sun