This is a song about "Maple tree"

Like what i just did on your front lawn's tree/

But five years from now i bet she see

With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny

Here i am swinging from tree to tree like a chimpanzee/

Then asking my identity

Tree is moving because its windy

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

Lets come up to my city

So i can tear down a fuckin tree,

You be get up on this fly shit baby

Like water is to a tree,

Knowing you can no longer party

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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