This is a song about "Pretty flowers"

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

We gotta get back to what really matters

Way pretty on the outside

You got to have your game tight

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

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

Polygamy when ur thirty seems pretty

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Listening the claps from the sky, flowers are falling,

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

And miguel broke into song i slung bombs before lotus flowers

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

I'm not a fucking coward cowering for hours lying in the flowers.

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers