This is a song about "Corey fruits"

Let's fall in love, let me put my seed in your soil

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

You're the tree that's been cut, no leaves or fruits in the hut

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

You're the tree that's been cut, no leaves or fruits in the hut

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby

Like, i got the peel so tell them fruits i got the juice you can invite em and see (vitamin c)

Walk that body, talk that body

Like, "peel, fruits, juice, vitamin c?"

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

Merge the mixture with the purest and the fruits

You're the tree that's been cut, no leaves or fruits in the hut

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

And all the fruits agree

They say nothings ever free