This is a song about "Palm trees"

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

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

We can leave before midnight for sure

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

Taking krakkens down the size of sequoia trees

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

Mowin down mc's, just like i grind trees

Automatic kill for pennies

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

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

Suppress your airways with #scented #debris lungs full of #ganja #trees

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

And i'mma show you how the south was won

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

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

So im spittin over beats and smoking trees