This is a song about "Booze and trees"

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

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

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

I get my inspiration when im buzzed and blowin trees

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

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

I'll enjoy my bag of booze

Its cold as shit in this booth

We're aware of these scary truths, daily we bury'em while we evade the news

It's time for a change, time to rearrange, my life and its values, im just drinkin booze,

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Consuming, booze and fumes in twos.

And it ain't news that my brews enthuse dudes who abuse booze

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Father was immersed in debt, hadn't earned a cheque and turned to booze