This is a song about "Flowers money"

Asshole flowers, going home

Blackberry and t phone

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Music is money, money isn't music

She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smoke

Boston george the title, other rappers flowers im poison oak

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards

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

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

Not bad using that dope money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

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

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds