This is a song about "Flowers"

And miguel broke into song i slung bombs before lotus flowers

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

But how can we improve when kids enjoy crushing flowers

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

But when i think of you, my mind pictures meadows and flowers!

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Bury them in flowers

Ybm and emp it's like we brothers

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

I stuck flowers in the barrels sent sent them adrift from shore

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Stop blowing up my cellphone

Asshole flowers, going home

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,