This is a song about "Money dont grow on trees"

She says peej stop puffin on trees!

I'm everything that they call nice

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

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

Greed is rampant, artists see the money trees and grab it,

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

And i'm plantin money trees but they don't bring me stress

She spends money like it grows on trees/

And i know - there'll never be peace

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

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

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

Strange fruit grew from wicked roots, you'd fiend for money trees