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,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

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

And miguel broke into song i slung bombs before lotus flowers

Look, i know you not gay or nothing

Shes beautiful like all the flowers in spring,

But i'll still try to be the man sending you flowers.

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

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

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

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

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

Know just what your worth

Bury them in flowers