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

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Rolling blunts with my eyes closed

Hoes i need a condom for my toast

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

She blow me i blow trees i keep on smoking

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

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

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

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

Getting dro on low like a fucking pro

But seemingly believe it though