This is a song about "Breadfruit"

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

You gotta new pack of new crack, stop acting o.g you only new jack

Never get a card n i'll still smoke a tree.

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

Sort of like socrates in a prada tee

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Just grab a jack, and relax

Uppity bitches, handling business

Rippin' like jack and never leavin' a witness

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

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