This is a song about "Mama said money dont grow on trees"

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

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

About how she was a bad mama, mama said "fuck 'em then"

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

And money trees destroy us, hate leaks through the leaves,

And yes money does grow on trees if you know the right people its also free

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

Suffering from multiple doses of psychosis mama said i need a diagnosis

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

She says peej stop puffin on trees!

Y'all know that nigga in the movies

Let's get off the phone and we can speak when i see you

Have been forgot except for money trees that grew,

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

And danced around the house in all-over print panties