The title is a double entendre. As alluded to in the chorus, it references these famous tree-shaped car air fresheners, but “trees” is also slang for weed.
This song does sound like two buddies reading their lyrics notepads together while smoking in their car.
[Chorus: Slug, Murs & both]
Pleased to meet you, I'm high as hell
R2D2, I'm fly myself
And I ain't even gotta tell you
But I might as well
I've got the trees on my mirror so my car won't smell
[Verse 1: Slug & Murs]
My Netflix password is Murs4Prez
I keep a Scrooge McDuck to disperse my Pez
I'm kinda nervous you're the feds 'cause you dress like a narc
All you try to do is play catch with my heart
Murs, am I right
Ayo, quiet on the set
She already in love, but she don't know it yet
You're playing with fire, hope you don't get burned
That shit's no concern, let's grow this perm
I keep my focus like I'm home alone choking the worm
And you can hit my mobile phone if there's nowhere to turn
It goes 'round and 'round, I gained a few pounds
But I lost a few friends
Who didn't want to stay down
What up though, Sluggo?
Yo what up, Murs?
Back before we used to catch blurbs and herb
Back before the [?] I was the perp with the herb
Around the same time Salt first said "Yo, Herb"
I was a little asshole that talked a whole lotta shit
I was skating mine no one thought I was legit
In the city of Lynwood, becoming a man
Dancing to the dream team at a park called hand [?]
I wanted a Jheri curl, my mom said "No!"
I was four foot three with the busted 'fro
I used to bust the flow, I was the loudest though
I needed crowd control so I could crush the show
Like the Fat Boys tape that I copped out at Long Beach
On the bus ride home, guess I sat in the wrong seat
Got punched in the face, they said they wanted my tape
I had a gun at my waist, but yo hold up wait
It goes cold crush, gold rush, pocket full of no fucks
Felt 4
Still in tour
Your momma be like, "So what?"
Doughnuts with Aes Rock,Ice-T hates cops
Six in the morning, word to Jensen on KROQ
Stop trying to name drop, catch a raindrop
Jogging with a walkman, listening to K-Pop
She make party with the bomb ass food
I came through, punks move with the arm tattoo
Van glorious, black watch on my wrist
If you don't know the time, I'mma tell you with my fist
Power to the people
Sour to the diesel
And I don't even smoke that flower, but I need to
[Chorus: Slug, Murs & both]
Pleased to meet you, I'm high as hell
R2D2, I'm fly myself
And I ain't even gotta tell you
But I might as well
I've got the trees on my mirror so my car won't smell