This is a song about "Niggers in trees"

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

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

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

As the wind in the trees continues to moan

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

While im dishing out all of their wishes and burnin em faster than niggers in

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Properly delivered drop trees in my swisher

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Except the niggers and the women and the whites who aren't regal

But in the meantime it's lights please

When were polluting the trees,