This is a song about "Fruits and vegetables"

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

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

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

Or closed casket for our troubles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

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

I’m a hustla, baby

From the back seat, back seat

And kill yourself and your clique

And stop playing hide and seek,

For the low that nine cheap

And all the fruits agree

Nothin sweet when i attend, see