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

That grow those damned trees, blood on the leaves

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

European model white bitch is eating donuts

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

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

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

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

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Plus my roots grow to money trees like alex haley,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

I wanna grow up rappin, makin bundles of money

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

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

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

What would you do if you were dirt and then sprouted money trees