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

Evaporates into a heap of steam

Your developmental league don’t see a team

Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

I need your love like plants need rain,

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

You could have it all alone, cause i’m better without you

I poison hearts and minds of those temptation slowly creeps into

Of atomic particles split into two parts

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Seeds and roots and leaves of money trees, cream by any means,