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

Taking krakkens down the size of sequoia trees

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Into glimmers of ma dark past,

I just write that right by a mic stand

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

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

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

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

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

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