This is a song about "Bohemian grove"

I cook beef on this state-farm, how are you doing? i'm mayhem!

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

Of bad bitches and good tree

Summertime in the city

She said, "don't be fucking with nobody

Now im sitting right under that money tree

Collection of freestyles that i just want to make

Livin life fast so i never need a brake

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

I never take breaks, i make brake throughs, so forget you, and all your friends

Im gonna knock yo ass down like a heavy tumbling tree

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city