This is a song about "Saving the trees"

And these sweet trees bring the kid enlightenment.

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Im drew brees the way i blow trees

They took the "freed" and then hanged 'em up in the trees,

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

I enjoy the headline phrase cali trees ablaze

Right flows down and they might go nice

When were polluting the trees,

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

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

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

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

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

Love the game know this is coming from a different place