This is a song about "Kareem and jawa sitting on a tree"

Of bad bitches and good tree

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

An empty box sitting on a shelf alone

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Now im sitting right under that money tree

Third ward general, young cash money

When i sneezed and rammed right into a tree.

But i think i like that, just maybe

So i can tear down a fuckin tree,

Sitting on a tree, because we were so free

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Just tell me that i ever meant anything

Sitting on the roof and yell fuck everything