This is a song about "Matthew matt chard"

Now im sitting right under that money tree

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Popeye, a-rod, get one for the go, know a nigga on his spinach

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much

Competition on the court

How can a seed sprout without support?

Like being garbage some type of disease

A few lines on the loose leaf

We might be back in this baby

You don't know me, or my family tree

Don't mess with me, i'm a wild fire/

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

I am only your loveely tree

Niggas smokin paper and leaf

If you believe then you can achieve