This is a song about "Poppy flowers"

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang sniffed a lot of flowers,

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

I stuck flowers in the barrels sent sent them adrift from shore

And miguel broke into song i slung bombs before lotus flowers

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

Shes beautiful like all the flowers in spring,

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Bury them in flowers

Talking about the god you serve

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

I'm bringing you flowers in the evening because you're laying there dead.

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet