This is a song about "Evolution of trees"

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

So look at my evolution and what the fuck you are losing

Got tired of running from the police

She says peej stop puffin on trees!

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

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

Im drew brees the way i blow trees

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

So im spittin over beats and smoking trees

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

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

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

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

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth