This is a song about "Hanging dogs from trees"

I got a team full of dogs and the dogs bite,

So the homie wale can leave the hook right

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

To grow greenery from a secret scenery, green-leaved trees indeed.

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

If we was giving daps to everybody left you hanging

Strange fruit grew from wicked roots, you'd fiend for money trees

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

And my nuts stay hanging

Mr. pacquiao, i'm packing

Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,