This is a song about "Palm tree destroyer"

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine

When it is in my palm its fine

While im bout to, go blow tree

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

He's tensed up all white with a note in his palm

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Now im sitting right under that money tree

Extensive tree breathing

I'm doing the same thing

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

It's in the palm of your hand now baby

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

So i can tear down a fuckin tree,

Like hoes down in magic city

Tree is moving because its windy