This is a song about "What are thoses"

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

Cant you see what we are all leaving behind

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

What are we to do when our days are in a deep grey?

What else we are soppused to

I'm after you bringing traffic through

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

Stubborn and ignorant, that's just what folks are

But that's what freestyles are for right?

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

Jimmas are foreseen if you know what i mean,

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Are we playing poker, what is your emotion,

I pray whenever i’m seen in my city i forever resemble braille

Persevering they paint mental pictures of what things are in great detail