This is a song about "Jumping of a tree"

Backing up, like the fool you are jumping in front of a moving truck

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Make like a tree and leave

Cause your rhymes are sweeter than a cherry tree.

That's the way, you can move it baby

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

Let me see bitches jumping of their seats

In private, not public in the streets

Chopper bouncing like a bunny jumping with a sugar rush

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

Ya so fine i got to give it to you

A bird swooped to the tree of truth, carried and flew,