This is a song about "Toyota corolla"

And like a flower waiting for summer i finally bloomed,

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

Fire burning, room turning, flower on the wall yearning.

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

So keep your hats on the rap's on so get your strap on

I lay awake and strap myself in the bed

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

Overpower every doubter's hate, now i'm going to break you like a flower vase/

Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong

Cunts goin round wid a strap, one shot your bros gone//

99 problems but a disk ain't one

Yall know what? ignore button

Flower to a petal,

I'm mental, it's instrumental