This is a song about "Love tree"

They gotta point em out baby

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

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

Extensive tree breathing

But he don't rule a thing

Never get a card n i'll still smoke a tree.

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

I am only your loveely tree

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

But you try craming a different fruit from the same tree

While im bout to, go blow tree

So give it baby

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Even if it tends to be about tree