This is a song about "Gold trees and ashton"

While i'm eating some cheese and watch the trees

Like being garbage some type of disease

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

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

I’m steady searching for a stack of the green and gold,

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

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

They took the "freed" and then hanged 'em up in the trees,

Body and soul i'm told keep that shit gold

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

But for long time i had gone cold

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain