This is a song about "Cutting down trees"

Or even fucking cutting in bed/

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

When i'm cutting up the pieces of the skin like a barber,

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

When were polluting the trees,

We can make more, make babies

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school

Cutting class for the pool

She spends money like it grows on trees/

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

She says peej stop puffin on trees!

You gotta breathe and be at ease

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

Our hero lies innocent, underneath the shady trees/