This is a song about "Kyle florey"

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

So here i am at the store for some chips

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

And cooperate you pretty little flowers

But when i think of you, my mind pictures meadows and flowers!

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Boston george the title, other rappers flowers im poison oak

Trees, flowers , sky and light

But if i die tonight

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

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

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

And miguel broke into song i slung bombs before lotus flowers

Shes beautiful like all the flowers in spring,

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing