This is a song about "Blwin trees"

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

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

Go tell the motherfuckers cuttin down all the trees

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Taking krakkens down the size of sequoia trees

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Mowin down mc's, just like i grind trees

Rideright back to the movies

But soon he was stunned and surrounded by trees

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

She spends money like it grows on trees/

Ima let her be by herself in peace