This is a song about "Blowin on dem trees"

And all my childhood memories

Write and same time blowin reef.

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

Off the rocker, blowin toxic,

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Fucking all dem hoes,rapping south

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Sherlock holmes with dem undercover cases

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

That grow those damned trees, blood on the leaves

No way ill take your hand we on the trees like tarzan man!/

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

Wear dem in da sand, wear dem in da snow,

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow