This is a song about "Beneath the tree"

She likes the way it hits her lips

The ground beneath me opens,

It hurts, the worst hurt like gettin burnt beneath your shirt crease,

That's right, heheheyo, i heard you got beat up by the police

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Beneath the surface of your skin like surgeons

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

And i got a little big, keep it low key

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

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

I'm here to make the ground rumble beneath your feet/

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Release the energy stored beneath

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

The game would like to keep me, others are miles beneath me