This is a song about "Dark trees"

Taking krakkens down the size of sequoia trees

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

So we stay away form the get you high trees.

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

Put you in jimmy choo and you ain't even chinese

Through fiends and thieves dreams of shit grown on money trees,

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

Go tell the motherfuckers cuttin down all the trees