This is a song about "Blowing trees"

Back to the flashbacks blowing stacks

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

My nigga i'm blowing o's, she blowing coke, candy for the nose

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

So im spittin over beats and smoking trees

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

When were polluting the trees,

Rideright back to the movies

Bring the battering ram where you live

I'm so unkind, blowing minds

Im drew brees the way i blow trees

And i know - there'll never be peace

Sprouted all these money trees

Cause there could never be peace

Blowing up all statistics

Got a nigga seein things