This is a song about "Palm trees"

When it is in my palm its fine

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

So we stay away form the get you high trees.

So im spittin over beats and smoking trees

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

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

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

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

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Taking krakkens down the size of sequoia trees

Riding through palm beach, damn this is a harsh tour.

I leave this and hope god see my heart is pure