This is a song about "Flowes"

My homeboy brave he annoy brothers so he in grave like others

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Sometimes my lyrics are hard to choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses,

Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service