This is a song about "Arse flowers"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Guess the heat was too much, like the arse of the popes children choir

Call on one of your girls

Bury them in flowers

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Shes beautiful like all the flowers in spring,

Just tell me that i ever meant anything

And miguel broke into song i slung bombs before lotus flowers

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Asshole flowers, going home

Please sugar don't come alone

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.

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

Thinkin bout a better life , where flowers bloom