This is a song about "Fire flowers"

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

And miguel broke into song i slung bombs before lotus flowers

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

I stuck flowers in the barrels sent sent them adrift from shore

You gon' tip her

Well we start the fire

Over me the same peeps that have died

Trees, flowers , sky and light

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

Left with nothing but eternal fire

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

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

I pipe in and one night her

Your on fire.. your on fire

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve