This is a song about "Trees please"

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

Mowin down mc's, just like i grind trees

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

Im drew brees the way i blow trees

Taking krakkens down the size of sequoia trees

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Give me fine trees tell i die please

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Get ready to ignite

Trees, flowers , sky and light

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

She spends money like it grows on trees/

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

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