This is a song about "Neon trees"

Trees, flowers , sky and light

On that red-eyed kush flight

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

Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please

Little more weed, first class seats

Don't smoke weed, just grow trees, sow seeds,

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Ive got neon laced shoes, i used to wear crayon paint shoes,

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Dead trees or living trees, barbed wire or rusted fence

They took the "freed" and then hanged 'em up in the trees,

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

And my flow glow in the dark like neon and

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent