This is a song about "Trees"

Spit flame causing forest fores these rappers talkin smokin trees

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

But soon he was stunned and surrounded by trees

Got tired of running from the police

So we stay away form the get you high trees.

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

Taking krakkens down the size of sequoia trees

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

Sprouted all these money trees

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

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