This is a song about "Arse flowers"

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Ya girls arse so fat i wunt even slap it,

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

And miguel broke into song i slung bombs before lotus flowers

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

But how can we improve when kids enjoy crushing flowers

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

So here i am at the store for some chips

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

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

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

Fair skin like cream in genie jar but mouth spillin' wind like loony arse

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops