This is a song about "Blwin trees"

I'm everything that they call nice

She spends money like it grows on trees/

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

While i'm eating some cheese and watch the trees

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

And i know - there'll never be peace

Mowin down mc's, just like i grind trees

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Im drew brees the way i blow trees

Got her going down, no teeth

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

Dead trees or living trees, barbed wire or rusted fence