This is a song about "Blowing trees"

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

I'm a d-boii, busting bottles blowing zips

Took me a while just to write those

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

Obama clearing smoke from blowing hydro

This is no trial, this a closed case

Climb these trees, fall from grace

But make sure if they do see

Starting blowing breezy

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

Back to the flashbacks blowing stacks

I'm a baller, literally

Blowing on that gummy

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

I'm so unkind, blowing minds