This is a song about "Goats and flowers"

Social conditioning and

She can only live for the moment

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

I stuck flowers in the barrels sent sent them adrift from shore

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

Thinkin bout a better life , where flowers bloom

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

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

I'm bringing you flowers in the evening because you're laying there dead.

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Bury them in flowers

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

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet