This is a song about "Beneath the tree"

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Which is the core for jealousy which lies beneath

The people saw the carpet bein' pulled out from beneath,

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

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

Wanna see you work your body

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

It has to be the fattest apple holding on the tree

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

But till then i'll be waiting under the apple tree

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I drive that all around

At the lemmon tree and it sound

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably