This is a song about "May flowers"

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

Thinkin bout a better life , where flowers bloom

Its just another day in may

Okay, fucking with me nigga no way

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Brotha lynch may be mean

I'm the head coach of the team

And miguel broke into song i slung bombs before lotus flowers

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

Take me away away

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics