This is a song about "A tree grows in brooklyn"

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

Under a tree, for everyone to see,

Im gonna knock yo ass down like a heavy tumbling tree

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

But you try craming a different fruit from the same tree

Its was a cold night in brooklyn when i first set out

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

When i sneezed and rammed right into a tree.

Took my heart away from money

Stop listening, waiting anxiously like sitting under a christmas tree

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Watching through a window, on the tree i sit in prone

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,