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

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

When i sneezed and rammed right into a tree.

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

Here i am swinging from tree to tree like a chimpanzee/

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

But you try craming a different fruit from the same tree

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

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

My first kill was my neighbor's dog tied to a tree.

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

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

A story too familiar for too many brooklyn residents

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see