This is a song about "Orlando bloom"

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Still hear that laughin under breath while the orlando police

Where there no light for the flower to bloom,

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

Won't run out anytime soon

No groom husband, no bloom

I'm feelin on that 'rillo till i'm level with the moon

Thinkin bout a better life , where flowers bloom

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

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

Just waiting to spring, so i could make romance bloom

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

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