This is a song about "Palm tree destroyer"

Then asking my identity

Tree is moving because its windy

Now im sitting right under that money tree

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Here i am swinging from tree to tree like a chimpanzee/

And my kick game beyond crazy

It's in the palm of your hand now baby

For every time they see you in the hallway and they slap your palm,

Haters must be starving nowadays i make california vietnam

Plottin' don’t even worry

Like an apple from a tree

Height of my lean, tall as a palm tree

Could i make you my baby