This is a song about "Evolution of trees"

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Anto diss and evolution bar, fucking awesome

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

She says peej stop puffin on trees!

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

Sprouted all these money trees

4-3... yea, remember that please

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

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

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

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams