This is a song about "Cutting down trees"

Got tired of running from the police

Im drew brees the way i blow trees

Taking krakkens down the size of sequoia trees

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

But he don't rule a thing

Wrists are for bracelets not cutting

Cutting behind closed shutters,

The richest place on earth

Go tell the motherfuckers cuttin down all the trees

Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please

They were partying i was cutting tracks

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

Lookin' for these better days

Climb these trees, fall from grace

She says peej stop puffin on trees!

That'll do anything that i please