This is a song about "Flowers money"

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

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

Where you belong with your family

To legitimize the prize money

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

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

Music is money, money isn't music

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Money bring pain,money bring gain

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

I'm feelin on that 'rillo till i'm level with the moon

Thinkin bout a better life , where flowers bloom