This is a song about "Fruits of labor"

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

-ttention. you don't gotta listen just give a fuck

Feeling, of appealing

Fuck it, im leaving

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Women hate me cuz i tend to crank labor

Don't worry bout a thang baby

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

And i need you to show me love

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Pocket racked up all big faces

Of potential cases

Turning to ground zero

Return of the king of flow

Let's enjoy our younger years

Out of this coviction of feelings