This is a song about "A scary tree"

Cause some of you bitches funny

So i can tear down a fuckin tree,

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Your fucking skinnier than the bare branches on a dying tree,

And i got a little big, keep it low key

And the reasons why i’m not stuck up a tree

When i sneezed and rammed right into a tree.

But i think i like that, just maybe

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

But you try craming a different fruit from the same tree

It's a battlejust for tha big money

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

Height of my lean, tall as a palm tree

It's scary when blinded, i wanna find a companion

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun