This is a song about "Trees"

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

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

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

Go tell the motherfuckers cuttin down all the trees

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

While i'm eating some cheese and watch the trees

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Dead trees or living trees, barbed wire or rusted fence

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

She says peej stop puffin on trees!

Cause there'll never be peace

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

But soon he was stunned and surrounded by trees

When were polluting the trees,

4-3... yea, remember that please