This is a song about "Blowin on dem trees"

Zylo-sylo, blowin' like missiles tunes,

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Light this shit up like christmas trees on michael jackson,

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

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

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

Stay blowin on dat loud hit port' after that

Write and same time blowin reef.

I'm why baby mamas leave

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

That grow those damned trees, blood on the leaves