This is a song about "Rolling blunts smoking weed getting high making money hoes on the low oak trees"

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Rolling weed and smoking it too

What could you do ?if it was up to you

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

And yes money does grow on trees if you know the right people its also free

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

On my fifth spliff now, too much weed ive been smoking,

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

We love for a while then a light goes

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Getting dro on low like a fucking pro