This is a song about "Balloons an flowers"

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

I'd love to bring you flowers in the mornin... but instead,

Never slowing, always rowing in those waters, growing into flowers

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

I gotta question for you man

I'll bust then i'll run an,

Shes beautiful like all the flowers in spring,

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Now it's time to eat

An immortal technique

An immoral immortal

Ok just listen up a little

Of impactful things one can ask for

Just an alert of an amber