This is a song about "Flowers"

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Shit ain’t better alone

Asshole flowers, going home

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards

Better yet they work my every nerve

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

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

I'm bringing you flowers in the evening because you're laying there dead.

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

And miguel broke into song i slung bombs before lotus flowers

Boston george the title, other rappers flowers im poison oak

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,