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

Have been forgot except for money trees that grew,

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

Right flows down and they might go nice

Sprouted all these money trees

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

Lookin' out for money trees, jesus christ forsake my soul,

Lookin' out for money trees, jesus christ forsake my soul,

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

To grow greenery from a secret scenery, green-leaved trees indeed.

My heart beatsechoes into the cold streetswhere nightmares and darkness begin to meet

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

That grow those damned trees, blood on the leaves

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

That grow those damned trees, blood on the leaves

Little more weed, first class seats