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

Dont worry mama i remember you too

I got killers on my team that’ll get at you

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

The money trees, triple beam, the dreams of jugs,

Sprouted all these money trees

But in the meantime it's lights please

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Don't smoke weed, just grow trees, sow seeds,

No time to plot retreats

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

To get the green into my hands, the money trees i recognize,

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

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

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

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