This is a song about "Flower whip"

My legion is doom, my gorilla's monsoon

Where there no light for the flower to bloom,

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

And like a flower waiting for summer i finally bloomed,

- with navy seals clips and some shovels in the whip

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

Just like when you're plucking the last fucking pedal off of a living flower

Up a flower rip it to shreds

Roll up niggas be like sex

Hating my macking, they asking

Your whip so cold – this old thing?

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

Mayonaise colored car, that shit's a miracle whip

Your music in the car

Whip bitches with greek tar.