This is a song about "Blowin on dem trees"

Fucking all dem hoes,rapping south

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

And still puffin on trees thats the loudest ounces/

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Im on my bed. blowin purp out my nose

That scary love, never get married love

And still puffin on trees thats the loudest ounces/

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

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

Breeze blowin, takin my worries away.

Quit the job baby, come and fuck me all day

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

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