This is a song about "Money tree"

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Get up and grab your paper fore the money tree begins burning

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

It's a battlejust for tha big money

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

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

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Even if it tends to be about tree

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

So i can tear down a fuckin tree,

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

Girl i know you like that, you crazy