This is a song about "Oak trees"

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Taking krakkens down the size of sequoia trees

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase

Presidential suite and bitch, i never use my right to vote

Boston george the title, other rappers flowers im poison oak

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

While i'm eating some cheese and watch the trees

Y'all know that nigga in the movies

So im spittin over beats and smoking trees

Go tell the motherfuckers cuttin down all the trees

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Spit flame causing forest fores these rappers talkin smokin trees

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Dead trees or living trees, barbed wire or rusted fence