This is a song about "7 trees"

I don't go on walks just to look at trees.

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

Spit flame causing forest fores these rappers talkin smokin trees

Taking krakkens down the size of sequoia trees

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Sprouted all these money trees

Climb these trees, fall from grace

Baby, you got that super bass

So we stay away form the get you high trees.

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

But in the meantime it's lights please

She spends money like it grows on trees/