This is a song about "Flowers n daisys"

Asshole flowers, going home

You left your nigga on his own

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

And miguel broke into song i slung bombs before lotus flowers

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

To strengthen your defending 'n

Make them more insecure when they caught one

I ain't that then

Sure he died in 96 n

Shes beautiful like all the flowers in spring,

Told me rep the city good keep the board moving

But how can we improve when kids enjoy crushing flowers

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters