This is a song about "Making love to a tree"

I love thee with a love i seemed to lose

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

We're the main ingredients to making good love salt and pepper

Since wale met me he only rode a benz or better

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Like water is to a tree,

Of making it to t.v. with my niggas as a team

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Making love to a professor of divinity

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

So i can tear down a fuckin tree,

The good kid from the ugly city

Like an apple from a tree

And now that i’m getting money