This is a song about "Bushes and trees"

What would you do if you were dirt and then sprouted money trees

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw

Burn trees all day and then bump the flog gnaw

Bubbling bass and bullfrog brooks beside bushes that buzz with bands of bumble bees.

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Cops roll by,we mean mug and give a dirty frown,smoking trees dont be provoking these

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

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

So im spittin over beats and smoking trees

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how i feel