This is a song about "Leah whitewood"

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

I'm not too good at this, ill just smoke some tree

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Damn people you're barking up the wrong tree

My raps were straight up lame, i didn't have a flame

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

But you try craming a different fruit from the same tree

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

Im not just another white fellow

I got that powder, i got that white

And if i want to go outside

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

Smoke ? you know it taste good