This is a song about "Poppy flowers"

But i'll still try to be the man sending you flowers.

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards

Love my women with high heels and high standards

Listening the claps from the sky, flowers are falling,

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

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

Never slowing, always rowing in those waters, growing into flowers

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

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

And miguel broke into song i slung bombs before lotus flowers

But how can we improve when kids enjoy crushing flowers

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

And got poppy seed fields with million dollar bills