This is a song about "Fire flowers"

Listening the claps from the sky, flowers are falling,

Write it in my leisure, i rather go shopping

But i gotta make sure i’m right

Trees, flowers , sky and light

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

But how can we improve when kids enjoy crushing flowers

Your on fire.. your on fire

I think it excited her

I've become immune to you no name haters

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

Well we start the fire

Omo niaja get em' higher

Asshole flowers, going home

Baby im in the zone