This is a song about "Trees"

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Dead trees or living trees, barbed wire or rusted fence

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

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Cause there could never be peace

Im drew brees the way i blow trees

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

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

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

When were polluting the trees,

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

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

Climb these trees, fall from grace

And pray for better days