This is a song about "Osa jo jo trees"

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

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

I'm everything that they call nice

Puffing trees to get me high as trapeze

Taking krakkens down the size of sequoia trees

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Climb these trees, fall from grace

Let's face it, i can’t replace

So we stay away form the get you high trees.

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Cold-blooded vein pulsing ’jo news

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do in the mirror

Properly delivered drop trees in my swisher