This is a song about "Leah whitewood"

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

Of bad bitches and good tree

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I can smell it when i go outside

Weak disses calling me lame cause i'm white/

Should i say the fake leg made out of wood

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

You don't know me, or my family tree

20 racks really thats sneaker money

On they twitter writing novels, see

Like water is to a tree,

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

Y'all niggas want to go platinum but see you can't even get a wood pushed,

Smoke the trees like forest fires, they provide a golden fleece,

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees