This is a song about "Evolution of trees"

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

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

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

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

So we stay away form the get you high trees.

Got tired of running from the police

She says peej stop puffin on trees!

Got her going down, no teeth

Caused a problem in my evolution

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

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

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies