This is a song about "Hugging trees"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Hugging me, holding me, carrying me, openly not concealing me.

Sprouted all these money trees

Rideright back to the movies

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Remember hugging her with her coat soft with fur

Trees, flowers , sky and light

My direction good, well-rounded type

Quit touching, we ain't hugging.

But he don't rule a thing

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

Taking krakkens down the size of sequoia trees

Got tired of running from the police

When were polluting the trees,

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

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