This is a song about "Trees and fruit trees"

At peace with earth i burn these trees and turn to incense

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

I get my inspiration when im buzzed and blowin trees

That'll do anything that i please

She says peej stop puffin on trees!

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

So im spittin over beats and smoking trees

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Seeds and roots and leaves of money trees, cream by any means,

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

But soon he was stunned and surrounded by trees

Like being garbage some type of disease

While i'm eating some cheese and watch the trees