This is a song about "Kyle florey"

Cuz i combat combatants wit a flurry movements

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Same shit you said yesterday

I got my wings in a flurry

We gon make it to the bedroom, i like the guest room

Thinkin bout a better life , where flowers bloom

No groom husband, no bloom

I need a little room

Just waiting to spring, so i could make romance bloom

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

Where there no light for the flower to bloom,

On these streets with flurry coke-line streaks/

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats