This is a song about "The way flowers smell no curse words"

But the thing is homie theres no easy way

Then some lady named billie holiday

I've been told i'm prophetic with the way i twist words,

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

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

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

Im a ghost cant shake me, no escape the curse hovers

Remembering the times before the normalness happened, life was a curse

Ain't no fathers but the skinny niggas tryna hit their daughters

Words are weapons, the only right way of the worlds directions

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Words are weapons, curse or blessing? i cock and shoot,

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude