This is a song about "Palm trees"

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

When were polluting the trees,

Ima let her be by herself in peace

I'll shoot those lyrics out your palm, never been doubted wrong,

Brown skin or a yellow-bone, dj this my favorite song

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

Our hero lies innocent, underneath the shady trees/

Dead trees or living trees, barbed wire or rusted fence

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

You probably don't even know who brought rap into smoking trees,

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

She says peej stop puffin on trees!

I'm everything that they call nice