This is a song about "Dogs in a tree"

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Stop listening, waiting anxiously like sitting under a christmas tree

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

When i sneezed and rammed right into a tree.

Your fucking skinnier than the bare branches on a dying tree,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

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

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

I need a jail house to free my dogs

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

It's no longer a new jack city

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

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Im gonna knock yo ass down like a heavy tumbling tree