This is a song about "Saving the trees"

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

But im the one who is truely saving

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Let's pretend he had a home to run, saving the days,

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

And maybe serving for the greater good will be my saving grace,

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Ten unique words before saving, rap pad what the fuck

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

I'll gaze in space and change the pace, i'll be the saving grace,

Go tell the motherfuckers cuttin down all the trees

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

I hate police so im saving the street!

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep