This is a song about "Elm trees"

Go tell the motherfuckers cuttin down all the trees

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

So we stay away form the get you high trees.

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

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

Taking krakkens down the size of sequoia trees

While i'm eating some cheese and watch the trees

But in the meantime it's lights please

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Suppress your airways with #scented #debris lungs full of #ganja #trees