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

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

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how i feel

We ain't looking for loving here, only cus it's summer here

Right flows down and they might go nice

She spends money like it grows on trees/

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Sprouted all these money trees

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

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

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

Though those money trees sent the lead flow, intravenous fluid

Cause after all the lights and screams

That grow those damned trees, blood on the leaves