This is a song about "Money trees"

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

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

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens

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

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Taking krakkens down the size of sequoia trees

And yes money does grow on trees if you know the right people its also free

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

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

When were polluting the trees,

I'm everything that they call nice

Greed is rampant, artists see the money trees and grab it,

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

So im spittin over beats and smoking trees

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police