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

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

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

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

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

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

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

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

And money trees destroy us, hate leaks through the leaves,

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks