This is a song about "Wind flowers"

Like when wind blows through singing chimes.

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

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

And miguel broke into song i slung bombs before lotus flowers

Listening the claps from the sky, flowers are falling,

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

Boston george the title, other rappers flowers im poison oak

And don't you bring your camera phone

Asshole flowers, going home

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

I'd love to bring you flowers in the mornin... but instead,

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

And cooperate you pretty little flowers