This is a song about "Plam trees"

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Dead trees or living trees, barbed wire or rusted fence

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

Mowin down mc's, just like i grind trees

She spends money like it grows on trees/

Cause there'll never be peace

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

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

Trees, flowers , sky and light

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

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

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

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

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees