This is a song about "Trees"

Dead trees or living trees, barbed wire or rusted fence

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Strange fruit grew from wicked roots, you'd fiend for money trees

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Go tell the motherfuckers cuttin down all the trees

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

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

Trees, flowers , sky and light

Working day or night

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

But in the meantime it's lights please

She spends money like it grows on trees/