This is a song about "House tree tacos"

Damn people you're barking up the wrong tree

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Foundation till i built my house

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

Then get out your seat and jump around

At the lemmon tree and it sound

Extensive tree breathing

About the way i'm feeling

Popos to bring me some tacos while these locos looking like bozos saying

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Third ward general, young cash money

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

Make like a tree and leave

And all my childhood memories