This is a song about "Oak trees"

Ever since then i had no job

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

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

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

She spends money like it grows on trees/

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Our hero lies innocent, underneath the shady trees/

Mowin down mc's, just like i grind trees

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

Money stacked to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense

Dead trees or living trees, barbed wire or rusted fence

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

Suppress your airways with #scented #debris lungs full of #ganja #trees

Boston george the title, other rappers flowers im poison oak

Ain't he dope? no, he the same as shit that tyler wrote