This is a song about "Flowers"

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

I'd love to bring you flowers in the mornin... but instead,

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

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

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

But how can we improve when kids enjoy crushing flowers

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

And miguel broke into song i slung bombs before lotus flowers

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards

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

Trees, flowers , sky and light

Take her on a long ride