This is a song about "Corey fruits"

And there is no chemistry

And all the fruits agree

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

Merge the mixture with the purest and the fruits

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

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

This boy met world like corey did

Smoke ? you know it taste good

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

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

And now that i’m getting money

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

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

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city