This is a song about "Through the pine trees"

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

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

When were polluting the trees,

And i got blown like the leaves on the trees is,

And wonder how we ever came to this

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

I'm smoking all the trees.....and i ain't leaving any oxygen

Tied to the pine, with already a broken spine, your screwed

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot