This is a song about "Flowers money"

Im in it for the money

Than the muse of a family

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

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Never slowing, always rowing in those waters, growing into flowers

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

And miguel broke into song i slung bombs before lotus flowers

Money bring pain,money bring gain

Time after time, again and again

Trees, flowers , sky and light

Show me that it's alright

Music is money, money isn't music

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Not bad using that dope money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free