This is a song about "7 trees"

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Strange fruit grew from wicked roots, you'd fiend for money trees

Dead trees or living trees, barbed wire or rusted fence

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

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

When were polluting the trees,

Ima let her be by herself in peace

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,