This is a song about "Broken flower"

Are grieving and broken

Cold world no blanket son

And like a flower waiting for summer i finally bloomed,

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

Streaks are made to broken

But that’s just life, where i’m from

Flower to a petal,

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

Where there no light for the flower to bloom,

I'm a flower in the spring flowering rapidly

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

When it's all said and done

Streaks are made to broken

Like an broken can of mace

Lookin' at me, now they know my face