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

So that make you a queen, surviving anything

Sitting on the roof and yell fuck everything

Im jus sitting and having a perk

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

Stop listening, waiting anxiously like sitting under a christmas tree

Now i can draw your face up pretty

So i can tear down a fuckin tree,

When i sneezed and rammed right into a tree.

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

I started when i would take a note book and hide under a tree

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

While im sitting here hitting tree like a hatchet

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch