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

Seeds and roots and leaves of money trees, cream by any means,

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

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

She spends money like it grows on trees/

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

That grow those damned trees, blood on the leaves

Plus my roots grow to money trees like alex haley,

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Sprouted all these money trees

Is it this black mercedes

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

I'm everybody top ten, you ain't even top tier

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

Subs like a teacher that ain't even supposed to be here