This is a song about "Palm tree destroyer"

We got money to go get baby

You don't know me, or my family tree

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

Like an apple from a tree

Could i make you my baby

So i can tear down a fuckin tree,

It ain't hard to make money

Never get a card n i'll still smoke a tree.

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

I'm abstrakt, destroyer of names and faces

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

Haters must be starving nowadays i make california vietnam

And my kick game beyond crazy

While im bout to, go blow tree