This is a song about "Oak trees"

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

Spit flame causing forest fores these rappers talkin smokin trees

I'm sharper than shark teeth

When were polluting the trees,

Is it this black mercedes

Sprouted all these money trees

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

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

Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase

Taking krakkens down the size of sequoia trees

So im spittin over beats and smoking trees

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

Mowin down mc's, just like i grind trees

Got tired of running from the police

She spends money like it grows on trees/