This is a song about "7 trees"

Mowin down mc's, just like i grind trees

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

Our hero lies innocent, underneath the shady trees/

So we stay away form the get you high trees.

Got tired of running from the police

Suppress your airways with #scented #debris lungs full of #ganja #trees

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Them people see my good side

Trees, flowers , sky and light

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Dead trees or living trees, barbed wire or rusted fence

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

You probably don't even know who brought rap into smoking trees,

We can make more, make babies

When were polluting the trees,