This is a song about "Flowers money"

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Trees, flowers , sky and light

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.

Asshole flowers, going home

So i parked in a tow-away zone

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

I hope you don't see nothing wrong and darling

Listening the claps from the sky, flowers are falling,

Blow up on this society

Getting to the money

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

But how can we improve when kids enjoy crushing flowers

Boston george the title, other rappers flowers im poison oak

Ain't he dope? no, he the same as shit that tyler wrote