This is a song about "Beneath the tree"

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Beneath the mist, chillin in the hidden valley

Which is the core for jealousy which lies beneath

I still wonder while you little niggas still breathe

Sittin up in the trees, spittin "what?" to whatevers beneath

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Damn people you're barking up the wrong tree

Malia family, we the family

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

But you try craming a different fruit from the same tree

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

They giving pounds and that before get the money

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

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city