This is a song about "Wind flowers"

I speak to cj often and sometimes

Like when wind blows through singing chimes.

Just know when you feeling that way spirit's in the room

Thinkin bout a better life , where flowers bloom

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

So here i am at the store for some chips

I got soul, there's more in store

Gone with the wind, cheaters and brawlers or

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

But i'll still try to be the man sending you flowers.

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Where only the wind fucken blows

Here they keep a rachet close

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