This is a song about "Broken trees"

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

So im spittin over beats and smoking trees

Hell, ever since i was a little nigga havin' fantasies

Suppress your airways with #scented #debris lungs full of #ganja #trees

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Taking krakkens down the size of sequoia trees

Grown men never should bite their tongue

My knee was cut open, heart was broken.

Taking krakkens down the size of sequoia trees

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Dead trees or living trees, barbed wire or rusted fence

Dominating of the eastside shall commence

Like being garbage some type of disease

Sprouted all these money trees

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,