This is a song about "Evolution of trees"

Anto diss and evolution bar, fucking awesome

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

The money trees, triple beam, the dreams of jugs,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Them niggas tippin' good girl but i can make it flood

Stuck like stumps of trees with a bitch that's prolly bad as fuck

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Spent the rest of the afternoon drinking blowing trees

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

Sprouted all these money trees

Y'all know that nigga in the movies

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

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans