This is a song about "Trees"

4-3... yea, remember that please

When were polluting the trees,

Go tell the motherfuckers cuttin down all the trees

I swear my peoples keep a strapped like pinky in the movies

Got tired of running from the police

She says peej stop puffin on trees!

Dead trees or living trees, barbed wire or rusted fence

Dominating of the eastside shall commence

Whether you wrong or you right

Trees, flowers , sky and light

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

Put you in jimmy choo and you ain't even chinese

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

Our hero lies innocent, underneath the shady trees/

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

Im drew brees the way i blow trees