This is a song about "Palm trees"

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

Trees, flowers , sky and light

So im spittin over beats and smoking trees

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Shit with our whole family

Height of my lean, tall as a palm tree

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

Dead trees or living trees, barbed wire or rusted fence

Taking krakkens down the size of sequoia trees

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

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

So we stay away form the get you high trees.

It'll last for all these crazy days

Climb these trees, fall from grace

Go inside the mind, you will find the mine

When it is in my palm its fine