This is a song about "Leah whitewood"

The only way that he relates is that i'm seeing red

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

Where you belong with your family

Weak disses calling me lame cause i'm white/

You hear that shawty, shh no more talking alright

When you was leaving, did he put up a fight

Especially if you are fucking white.

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Now im sitting right under that money tree

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Whats marijuana? my fuckin eyes are never red

White sand beaches everywhere

I said hey, you right there

I'm tryna learn somethin new

It's like we were not true