This is a song about "Dogs in a tree"

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

But you won't get nothing from me like i'm up in a tree like a blushiing kiddie,

Ugly girls, quiet, pretty girls ride

I got a team full of dogs and the dogs bite,

So i can tear down a fuckin tree,

High heel wearer, hell of a body

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Im gonna knock yo ass down like a heavy tumbling tree

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

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

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

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Watching through a window, on the tree i sit in prone

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone