This is a song about "Blowin on dem trees"

Sprouted all these money trees

Like being garbage some type of disease

And i be talking about me, i do this

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

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

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

Big homie hov said i am close

Im on my bed. blowin purp out my nose

Off the rocker, blowin toxic,

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

I get my inspiration when im buzzed and blowin trees

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

Through fiends and thieves dreams of shit grown on money trees,