Chance The Rapper, Lil Wayne & Smino – Tree. Lyrics Meaning: Family, Freedom, and the Roots of Resistance

Why is a simple plant more than just a plant to so many? Chance The Rapper, Lil Wayne, and Smino team up on “Tree” to show us. This track isn’t just about smoking; it’s a deep dive into family, hustle, and some serious real talk about the world.

Unpacking the Story in Chance The Rapper, Lil Wayne & Smino’s “Tree”

This song kicks off like a comfy memory, taking us right into Chance’s childhood home. He paints a picture of his mom, totally chill, folding clothes with the smell of incense and a little bit of “dro” in the air. It’s like, even with life’s stresses, that plant was never the problem. His mom drops some wisdom, warning him about the “white man’s game” and how legalization might just be another way to control folks.

Chance’s Childhood & Mama’s Wisdom

Chance’s verse really grounds us. His mom wasn’t just some casual user; she was a worker, a provider, dealing with her own struggles.

My mama used to always keep a lil’ bit of dro
    The incense in the window while she foldin’ our clothes
    And though life will have its issues, there will never be
    A problem with the weed
    She told me, “Son, don’t worry, don’t you have no shame
    There’s gonna be frustrations in this white man’s game
    And they’re gonna have us tied up once it’s legalized
    Because it is a tree!”

    She was busting her butt, tired of dealing with “crackers” at work, which totally sets the stage for the frustration with the system this song talks about.

    My mama had to work
    My mama had to birth (Two kids)
    My mama drove to church and ironed shirts and kept a smirk
    And I think my mama must of work at Saltine at the factor-
    Y?
    She came home crying said, “I’m tired of these crackers!”

    Smino’s Stand for the Community in “Tree”

    Then Smino jumps in, and his verse feels like a powerful shout-out to everyone struggling. He’s rolling up for the grinding women, for those who’ve faced tough lives, and for friends caught up in the system. It’s a powerful moment of solidarity, a literal puff of defiance against “Uncle Sam.”

    I roll up
    For pretty girls that’s on they grind getting paid (Hu!)
    I roll up
    For women who life wasn’t no crystal Staircase (Hu!)
    And I roll up
    For any my niggas that’s stuck in that jam
    Torn from their family, hustling grams
    We love you, we smoking on big Uncle Sam

    He’s also super clear that he’s not about that “government scam” dispensary weed. He trusts his own people, keeping the hustle authentic and community-based. This isn’t just about getting high; it’s about reclaiming power.

    Dispensary weed is a government scam
    My cousin my weedman, the plug is my man’s
    My whole life look like I’ve been rubbing a lamp
    The blunt like I rolled up a rug in my hand

    Lil Wayne’s Legacy and Loyalty on “Tree”

    Lil Wayne comes in with his signature swagger, tying his personal use to his roots. He mentions his “step daddy had the work,” echoing the idea of weed as something present and part of their lives. He’s not sharing his “purp” because this ain’t that kind of church. It’s a playful but firm stance on personal loyalty and how weed is more than just a recreational thing for him—it’s almost spiritual, a medicine.

    Uh, my mama had to work (Yeah)
    My step daddy had the work
    Don’t expect me to pass the purp
    ‘Cause Pastor Purp ain’t at this church
    Oh God forgive me, God forgive me
    Holy smokes, like religion
    I be smoking like an engine
    Can’t play poker like syringes
    Blow a pound like I’m Jenny Craig
    I’m cold as Winnipeg
    When me and Chance smoking them plants
    We turn to Bill & Ted
    All my weed be strictly meds
    My blunt be thick as legs

    The Core Narrative of “Tree”

    The song tells a story of the intricate relationship Black communities have with cannabis—from being a simple comfort in the home to a powerful symbol of resilience and resistance against a system that profits from its criminalization then commercialization, while ignoring its cultural significance.

    The Empowering Message from Chance, Lil Wayne & Smino’s “Tree”

    The main takeaway from “Tree” is pretty clear: it’s a defiant statement against systemic hypocrisy. It critiques how cannabis was used to criminalize and oppress Black people, only for it to be legalized and commercialized, turning it into another “white man’s game.” The artists emphasize community, self-sufficiency, and using the plant not just for personal relief, but as a symbol of shared struggle and enduring power. It’s about reclaiming what’s theirs and sticking together against the odds.

    What are your thoughts on “Tree”? Did you catch different vibes from the lyrics, or does the message resonate with you in another way? Drop a comment and let’s chat about it!

    Lyrics: "Tree" by Chance The Rapper, Lil Wayne & Smino

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    My mama used to always keep a lil’ bit of dro
    The incense in the window while she foldin’ our clothes
    And though life will have its issues, there will never be
    A problem with the weed
    She told me, “Son, don’t worry, don’t you have no shame
    There’s gonna be frustrations in this white man’s game
    And they’re gonna have us tied up once it’s legalized
    Because it is a tree!”

    My mama had to work
    My mama had to birth (Two kids)
    My mama drove to church and ironed shirts and kept a smirk
    And I think my mama must of work at Saltine at the factor-
    Y?
    She came home crying said, “I’m tired of these crackers!”

    I roll up
    For pretty girls that’s on they grind getting paid (Hu!)
    I roll up
    For women who life wasn’t no crystal Staircase (Hu!)
    And I roll up
    For any my niggas that’s stuck in that jam
    Torn from their family, hustling grams
    We love you, we smoking on big Uncle Sam

    Dispensary weed is a government scam
    My cousin my weedman, the plug is my man’s
    My whole life look like I’ve been rubbing a lamp
    The blunt like I rolled up a rug in my hand
    Stop, look, duck in my hand
    If it ain’t a buck in my hand
    Fist full of bullets, I’m flipping the bird
    It’s a plane, It’s a don’t give a fuck in my hand

    If we roll up, we flame up
    Yes, we flame up
    If we pull up, ain’t no change up
    Don’t play with our money, it’s dangerous
    Ain’t no more sharecropping, this for my mama
    I promise I’m fucking the game up
    This for my ladies that’s making it happen
    You ready? I’m ready to flame up

    My mama used to always keep a lil’ bit of dro
    The incense in the window while she foldin’ our clothes
    And though life will have its issues, there will never be
    A problem with the weed
    She told me, “Son, don’t worry, don’t you have no shame
    There’s gonna be frustrations in this white man’s game
    And they’re gonna have us tied up once it’s legalized
    Because it is a tree!”

    Like my girls like weed, homegrown
    Angie get stoned
    Cheech & Chong
    All the casa negroes gone
    Fuck it, get stoned
    Craig and Smokey

    Angie get stoned
    Angie get stoned
    Angie get stoned
    Angie get stoned

    Uh, my mama had to work (Yeah)
    My step daddy had the work
    Don’t expect me to pass the purp
    ‘Cause Pastor Purp ain’t at this church
    Oh God forgive me, God forgive me
    Holy smokes, like religion
    I be smoking like an engine
    Can’t play poker like syringes
    Blow a pound like I’m Jenny Craig
    I’m cold as Winnipeg
    When me and Chance smoking them plants
    We turn to Bill & Ted
    All my weed be strictly meds
    My blunt be thick as legs
    Yellow Percocets
    White Percocets look like grits and eggs

    Smoke a blunt for Chi-Raq
    Catch a contact
    I don’t know where my eyes at
    They on her thigh tat
    I’m sorry I got side-tracked
    But I’m gonna hit you with a sidebar
    You could pull up in a fly car
    I’m a pull off in a flying car

    That’s cap if they say we cap
    I crack they freakin’ kneecaps
    And Chance gave me a 3 cap to cover up all these naps
    A dreadlock Rasta
    Bandana red like pasta
    I steal a nigga bitch like a Mazda

    My mama used to keep a lil’ bit of dro
    The incense in the window while she foldin’ our clothes
    And though life will have its issues, there will never be
    A problem with the weed
    She told me, “Son, don’t worry, don’t you have no shame
    There’s gonna be frustrations in this white man’s game
    And they’re gonna have us tied up once it’s legalized
    Because it is a tree!”

    Like my girls like weed, homegrown
    Angie get stoned
    Cheech & Chong
    All the casa negroes gone
    Fuck it, get stoned
    Craig and Smokey

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