This is a song about "Blowin on dem trees"

Im on my bed. blowin purp out my nose

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

Represent the borough nigga, b.k. all day

Breeze blowin, takin my worries away.

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

I get my inspiration when im buzzed and blowin trees

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

Gotta be something for me write this

We can make more, make babies

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

Off the rocker, blowin toxic,

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit