This is a song about "Palm trees"

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

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

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

Email too, facebook aim, everything gone

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

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

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Always in the summer, man, pearl in my palm protecting like it's my life

Im drew brees the way i blow trees

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

I don't go on walks just to look at trees.

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

But in the meantime it's lights please

She says peej stop puffin on trees!

Dead trees or living trees, barbed wire or rusted fence

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense