This is a song about "Dark trees"

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

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

Taking krakkens down the size of sequoia trees

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

Ben stiller, zoolander, same face

Climb these trees, fall from grace

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

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

Like being garbage some type of disease

Mowin down mc's, just like i grind trees

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Strange fruit grew from wicked roots, you'd fiend for money trees

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

They took the "freed" and then hanged 'em up in the trees,

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies