This is a song about "Birch trees"

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

So we stay away form the get you high trees.

Spit flame causing forest fores these rappers talkin smokin trees

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

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

She spends money like it grows on trees/

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

So im spittin over beats and smoking trees

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

Trees, flowers , sky and light

It's alright, if it's right

But soon he was stunned and surrounded by trees

My bitches brighter always saying lights please