This is a song about "Beneath the tree"

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

But you try craming a different fruit from the same tree

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

I got bigger problems baby

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Beneath the mist, chillin in the hidden valley

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Beneath the surface of your skin like surgeons

It has to be the fattest apple holding on the tree

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

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

The ground beneath me opens,

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,