This is a song about "Balloons an flowers"

If he does my soul to keep

An immortal technique

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards

Shes beautiful like all the flowers in spring,

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

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

But when i think of you, my mind pictures meadows and flowers!

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

Bury them in flowers

You know big-breast girls

An unofficial relation

Times in this crime land, my thug nation