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

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

So i can tear down a fuckin tree,

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

I love to see a pretty girl making ugly faces

Even if it tends to be about tree

Third ward general, young cash money

For making me have a reason to put headphones in.

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Im gonna knock yo ass down like a heavy tumbling tree

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

Fuck that now trying get the money

A bird swooped to the tree of truth, carried and flew,

And what’s worse is before this, i had worshiped you

Got her going down, no teeth

Make like a tree and leave