This is a song about "In the cut amoking weed"

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

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

The young white boy with weed in his backpack

Wonder if they take it all back

Smoking weed hazy still crazy but gain a kg in the summer

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

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

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

Fake lives..smoking all these weed in the milligram

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

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