This is a song about "Burch tree"

Now im sitting right under that money tree

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

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

I am only your loveely tree

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

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

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Away from society, cause everyone siblings in your family tree

All my other people that dance around

At the lemmon tree and it sound

We might be back in this baby

So i can tear down a fuckin tree,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Tree is moving because its windy