This is a song about "May flowers"

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

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

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

Love my women with high heels and high standards

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

She got grove st. on replay

The birds i knew flip birds

Bury them in flowers

Asshole flowers, going home

I don't need no fucking throne

May be controversial

You can call it commercial

Medicine may try to counteract

? all white but the phantom is all black