This is a song about "Dark trees"

But in the meantime it's lights please

Im drew brees the way i blow trees

So im spittin over beats and smoking trees

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

Dead trees or living trees, barbed wire or rusted fence

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Our hero lies innocent, underneath the shady trees/

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

Taking krakkens down the size of sequoia trees

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

You probably don't even know who brought rap into smoking trees,

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

I mean that from the bottom of my heart