This is a song about "Fire flowers"

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

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

But i'll still try to be the man sending you flowers.

And getting money is the song i sing

Shes beautiful like all the flowers in spring,

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Baby, you know who you are

What's with all this fire,

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

Asshole flowers, going home

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room

Thinkin bout a better life , where flowers bloom