This is a song about "Trees"

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

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

Like being garbage some type of disease

Sprouted all these money trees

Suppress your airways with #scented #debris lungs full of #ganja #trees

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

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

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

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

So im spittin over beats and smoking trees

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

Our hero lies innocent, underneath the shady trees/

She spends money like it grows on trees/

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,