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

The sun rising while you moaning

She blow me i blow trees i keep on smoking

Smoking the best weed in berlin

Kaiser soze, we never see him

A clever cat getting jiggie / smoking that sticky weed

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

She spends money like it grows on trees/

Rap’s filled with so much weed all the cess and the blunts,

Die young, corpse identified by your parents

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

Getting to the money

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

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies