This is a song about "Blowin on dem trees"

She says peej stop puffin on trees!

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

She spends money like it grows on trees/

And i know - there'll never be peace

Zylo-sylo, blowin' like missiles tunes,

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

And i got blown like the leaves on the trees is,

I'mma stay a whilehold ya head chris

Write and same time blowin reef.

As much as i wanna leave

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

Im on my bed. blowin purp out my nose

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

That grow those damned trees, blood on the leaves