This is a song about "Maple trees"

She spends money like it grows on trees/

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

Spit flame causing forest fores these rappers talkin smokin trees

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

Climb these trees, fall from grace

Baby, you got that super bass

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

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

So im spittin over beats and smoking trees

You probably don't even know who brought rap into smoking trees,

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

While i'm eating some cheese and watch the trees