This is a song about "Knight of flowers"

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

Never slowing, always rowing in those waters, growing into flowers

Bobby knight be coachin us

Wood chain with a jesus

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

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

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

Thinkin bout a better life , where flowers bloom

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

Desperate on site, the might knocked right out the knight.

Asshole flowers, going home

They blowing up my phone

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards

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

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse