This is a song about "Blwin trees"

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

You probably don't even know who brought rap into smoking trees,

Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please

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

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

Sprouted all these money trees

Got tired of running from the police

Right flows down and they might go nice

She spends money like it grows on trees/

Dead trees or living trees, barbed wire or rusted fence

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

But soon he was stunned and surrounded by trees