This is a song about "Evolution of trees"

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

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

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

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

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

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

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Anto diss and evolution bar, fucking awesome

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

That reminds me of the bodies from them poplar trees,

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Caused a problem in my evolution