This is a song about "7 trees"

Im drew brees the way i blow trees

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Taking krakkens down the size of sequoia trees

Dead trees or living trees, barbed wire or rusted fence

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

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

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

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

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

Through fiends and thieves dreams of shit grown on money trees,

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys