This is a song about "Dollar tree"

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Damn people you're barking up the wrong tree

You don't know me, or my family tree

This is like riding through the city

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Imagine walking down the street without a nigga beggin' for a dollar,

A break from what you hearing

Extensive tree breathing

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

They don't care for you, they want a quick dollar,

Like an apple from a tree

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby