This is a song about "Blowin on dem trees"

That grow those damned trees, blood on the leaves

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

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

I'm ballin you niggas is arliss so watch this

Breeze blowin, takin my worries away.

How i think about you every day

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Zylo-sylo, blowin' like missiles tunes,

To get them niggas while they laid back

Stay blowin on dat loud hit port' after that

You gotta breathe and be at ease

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

And yes money does grow on trees if you know the right people its also free