This is a song about "Orlando bloom"

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

Just waiting to spring, so i could make romance bloom

No groom husband, no bloom

I'm not moving like a cartoon

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Came back where i was raised, my city orlando,where i see a bunch of condos

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

Thinkin bout a better life , where flowers bloom

When i’m in the groove, i can freak a tune

Where there no light for the flower to bloom,

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Still hear that laughin under breath while the orlando police

Spitting dope verbs,adjetive,and nouns come on man orlando is my hometown

Heyyyy! got some static for some niggas on the other side of town