This is a song about "Flower whip"

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

Where there no light for the flower to bloom,

Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Whip me real hard whip whip me real hard on my balls

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Fire burning, room turning, flower on the wall yearning.

Mayonaise colored car, that shit's a miracle whip

It's time for a bloody foot you little rabbit

But i whip out the pad and think

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient

Good deeds are the seeds of a beautiful flower/

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir