This is a song about "Blwin trees"

So we stay away form the get you high trees.

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Im drew brees the way i blow trees

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

She says peej stop puffin on trees!

Got her going down, no teeth

Strange fruit grew from wicked roots, you'd fiend for money trees

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

Taking krakkens down the size of sequoia trees

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

Suppress your airways with #scented #debris lungs full of #ganja #trees

That's right, heheheyo, i heard you got beat up by the police