This is a song about "Trees"

Got tired of running from the police

Mowin down mc's, just like i grind trees

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

You probably don't even know who brought rap into smoking trees,

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Dead trees or living trees, barbed wire or rusted fence

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Spit flame causing forest fores these rappers talkin smokin trees

She says peej stop puffin on trees!

I'm everything that they call nice

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

Taking krakkens down the size of sequoia trees

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

She spends money like it grows on trees/