This is a song about "Booze and trees"

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

And money trees destroy us, hate leaks through the leaves,

While i'm eating some cheese and watch the trees

Got tired of running from the police

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Through fiends and thieves dreams of shit grown on money trees,

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

And still puffin on trees thats the loudest ounces/

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

Greed is rampant, artists see the money trees and grab it,

And when theres booze their is boobs

And still got my nike boots

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

I'll enjoy my bag of booze

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

I'm smoking all the trees.....and i ain't leaving any oxygen