This is a song about "Bittersweet tree"

I am only your loveely tree

And all women who had light features, see

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Even if it tends to be about tree

Could i make you my baby

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

While im bout to, go blow tree

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

I'm not too good at this, ill just smoke some tree