This is a song about "Hugging trees"

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

So im spittin over beats and smoking trees

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Taking krakkens down the size of sequoia trees

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

Taking krakkens down the size of sequoia trees

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

And see him hugging on someone is what i don't like

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Sprouted all these money trees

Im drew brees the way i blow trees

Automatic kill for pennies

And i know - there'll never be peace

She spends money like it grows on trees/