This is a song about "Hugging trees"

I don't go on walks just to look at trees.

Rideright back to the movies

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

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

Mowin down mc's, just like i grind trees

And all my childhood memories

Sprouted all these money trees

That'll do anything that i please

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

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

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

You're that secret place

Climb these trees, fall from grace

She spends money like it grows on trees/

Like being garbage some type of disease