This is a song about "Balloons an flowers"

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

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

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

But how can we improve when kids enjoy crushing flowers

I refuse to be another being on this earth

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

I grew up looking up to niggas that was selling coke

Boston george the title, other rappers flowers im poison oak

Whip, plane, motions own

Asshole flowers, going home