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

And the reasons why i’m not stuck up a tree

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Must you go on a shopping spree cuz i could count to three you'll bump into tree

Plus we've been droppin' hooks and ballin' like our fuckin' shit's kareem,

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

Im jus sitting and having a perk

So i can tear down a fuckin tree,

My slight fo's just talk dirty

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Watching through a window, on the tree i sit in prone

Me move to a higher level i'm just sitting on the steps

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

An empty box sitting on a shelf alone