This is a song about "3 girls age 12 and 13 and they want to make a band and become idols it all started when they were sitting under a tree and they were making lyrics"

Make like a tree and leave

But in the meantime it's lights please

And it’s all good until they go and spray a tool,

Incoming callplus this my homie from high school

I started when i would take a note book and hide under a tree

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

They were living to strive, two stories with a main point

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the night

They were my shield and damn straight we wouldnt divide,

And they were right, truth is i was still a virgin

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

They knew who caused it and they wanted you in a grave

And bind lines to make them sweet and grind ground like they were cleats

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems