This is a song about "Blowin on dem trees"

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

And still puffin on trees thats the loudest ounces/

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

She blow me i blow trees i keep on smoking

4-3... yea, remember that please

Sprouted all these money trees

And still puffin on trees thats the loudest ounces/

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Stay blowin on dat loud hit port' after that

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Im spittin fire you blowin smoke

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

I'm why baby mommas leave

That grow those damned trees, blood on the leaves

But see i planned a trip

Off the rocker, blowin toxic,