This is a song about "Blowin on dem trees"

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

She blow me i blow trees i keep on smoking

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

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

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

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

Stay blowin on dat loud hit port' after that

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

Pose, click, pose, click

Off the rocker, blowin toxic,

I get my inspiration when im buzzed and blowin trees

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

Together all the timethought it was true love

Sherlock holmes with dem undercover cases

4-3... yea, remember that please

She says peej stop puffin on trees!