This is a song about "Partridge in a pear tree"

Like an apple from a tree

A military mind mean money

Watching through a window, on the tree i sit in prone

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

Height of my lean, tall as a palm tree

Walk that body, talk that body

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

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

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

Run around town, looking for a guy that sell that tree,