This is a song about "Flowers money"

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

And getting money is the song i sing

Shes beautiful like all the flowers in spring,

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

And miguel broke into song i slung bombs before lotus flowers

To legitimize the prize money

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

But how can we improve when kids enjoy crushing flowers

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

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

I'm not a fucking coward cowering for hours lying in the flowers.