This is a song about "Oak brook"

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

Boston george the title, other rappers flowers im poison oak

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

You forgotten oak, you're blocked from hope or caught emotions

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Dude wise up don't end a crook nude lies she's a good brook