This is a song about "Sweets and flowers"

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

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

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

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

And miguel broke into song i slung bombs before lotus flowers

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important

And the word most important

And remember what i said and

Grab the scissors and saws and

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

I refuse to be another being on this earth

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards