This is a song about "R dash trees"

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Dead trees or living trees, barbed wire or rusted fence

Mowin down mc's, just like i grind trees

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

Climb these trees, fall from grace

She spends money like it grows on trees/

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

Then put my ashes on you niggas, bet you gon’ need lotion

Thoughts are provoking, these thoughts r a commotion