This is a song about "Blwin trees"

So im spittin over beats and smoking trees

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Dead trees or living trees, barbed wire or rusted fence

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

Cause there could never be peace

Mowin down mc's, just like i grind trees

Cause there'll never be peace

She spends money like it grows on trees/

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

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

When were polluting the trees,

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees