This is a song about "Christmas trees and their properties and how they change"

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

How their societies blow evil debris and remnants,

In brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whip appeal

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

So here i am at the store for some chips

They hold on to their careers, and just clean their gears

Then they forget their pill and have to hit the abortion clinic

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

So forget what they said and change the conversation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

And all women who had light features, see

And make fools wanna change their identity

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

I fucked up their rotation and they only got one hit

The fraud that comes from straw cities, i'll burn you and your properties

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