This is a song about "Plam trees"

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Through fiends and thieves dreams of shit grown on money trees,

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Spit flame causing forest fores these rappers talkin smokin trees

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

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

So we stay away form the get you high trees.

Taking krakkens down the size of sequoia trees

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

That'll do anything that i please

Sprouted all these money trees

When were polluting the trees,

Cause there could never be peace

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

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,