This is a song about "7 trees"

So im spittin over beats and smoking trees

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

While i'm eating some cheese and watch the trees

That'll do anything that i please

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

Go tell the motherfuckers cuttin down all the trees

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

Like being garbage some type of disease

Put you in jimmy choo and you ain't even chinese

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

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

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

Spit flame causing forest fores these rappers talkin smokin trees

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas