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

Must you go on a shopping spree cuz i could count to three you'll bump into tree

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

My first kill was my neighbor's dog tied to a tree.

That would be enough

I want a girl to love

Look it something they can't ever see

Even if it tends to be about tree

And i've been uplifting the people i'm with

Making a how to be successful researches,

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

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

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

For making me have a reason to put headphones in.

I got bigger problems baby

Like an apple from a tree