This is a song about "Fruits"

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

And all the fruits agree

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Merge the mixture with the purest and the fruits

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

Let's fall in love, let me put my seed in your soil

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

Like, i got the peel so tell them fruits i got the juice you can invite em and see (vitamin c)

Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

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

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

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably