This is a song about "Ann arbor"

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

Shoutin and poutin, becomin rotten, your swing plane's forgotten

Just before they seen my money in the green

The pendulum swing it's not a dream

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

I'm marching my people through the garden of eden//

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

You're coming up pretty short, just like a garden gnome

You know me and my whole squad we so committed

It's choir attire standin on ground with one pivot

I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive (huh yup!)

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

I swing at you with a golden bat