This is a song about "Fire flowers"

Listening the claps from the sky, flowers are falling,

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang sniffed a lot of flowers,

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

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

But how can we improve when kids enjoy crushing flowers

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

Say bye bye to her

But then it caught on fire

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

But that's what he liked her

Your on fire.. your on fire