This is a song about "Plam trees"

Strange fruit grew from wicked roots, you'd fiend for money trees

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

4-3... yea, remember that please

She says peej stop puffin on trees!

Go tell the motherfuckers cuttin down all the trees

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

So im spittin over beats and smoking trees

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Taking krakkens down the size of sequoia trees

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,