This is a song about "Evolution of plants into trees"

Yes im talking bout the plants

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Spent the rest of the afternoon drinking blowing trees

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

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

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

Cause i can't believe i lost my virginity to you

I poison hearts and minds of those temptation slowly creeps into

Sprouted all these money trees

Not likely like stay long please

That reminds me of the bodies from them poplar trees,

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice