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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

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

But the thing is homie theres no easy way

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

"you out ya mind," nah, you don't know what's in my mind

The way i organize these words can't be criticized

Forgone the birth of a child who's life is a curse

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

Shes beautiful like all the flowers in spring,

And how it feels to feel that feeling

Just crashed my car driving on the thruway no way,

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

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

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Cause it's friday, it's blacc friday

We stuck here,in the dirt,no way