This is a song about "Primary growth secondary growth leaf and cuticle guard cell and stoma stem roots and leaves woody and no woodsy plants"

Good luck on your mission and guard your backs folks

Cause the head of the game no cheat codes

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Whips your back and leaves you with lifetime scars with no healing

Niggas smokin paper and leaf

Got tired of running from the police

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

And if they try to raise a coup, kill em at the roots

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

I got pissed one day and threw piss on a guard,

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

Seeds and roots and leaves of money trees, cream by any means,

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Pack the bong up with buds and pack the joints with leaf