This is a song about "Balloons an flowers"

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.

An immortal technique

Yea i'm missin some sleep

Listening the claps from the sky, flowers are falling,

Put a little twist in her hips cause i'm watching

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

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

But how can we improve when kids enjoy crushing flowers

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Asshole flowers, going home

Shit ain’t better alone

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

Boston george the title, other rappers flowers im poison oak

I'm not a fucking coward cowering for hours lying in the flowers.

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