This is a song about "Orlando 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

I need a little room

No groom husband, no bloom

Just know when you feeling that way spirit's in the room

Thinkin bout a better life , where flowers bloom

Where there no light for the flower to bloom,

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room

Just waiting to spring, so i could make romance bloom

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

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Still hear that laughin under breath while the orlando police