This is a song about "Money trees"

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

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

So im spittin over beats and smoking trees

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

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here

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

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

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

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

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

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

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