This is a song about "Mista tung twista"

I'm not too good at this, ill just smoke some tree

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

This is like riding through the city

So much nut like i came for three

Tree is moving because its windy

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

Those streets are like frontline warzones like the middle east,

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

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

I'm in love with a lady who crazy

Never get a card n i'll still smoke a tree.

Fresh out the airport

East shore part emcee part sword

You don't know me, or my family tree

Took my heart away from money