This is a song about "Trees"

Taking krakkens down the size of sequoia trees

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

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

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

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

I don't go on walks just to look at trees.

Ima let her be by herself in peace

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Dead trees or living trees, barbed wire or rusted fence

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

Go tell the motherfuckers cuttin down all the trees

Our hero lies innocent, underneath the shady trees/

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

So we stay away form the get you high trees.

Got tired of running from the police