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

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

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

But you won't get nothing from me like i'm up in a tree like a blushiing kiddie,

Every nigga in this whip gotta motherfucking college degree

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Lies ahead of the wrath matched with a tree lit

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

But you try craming a different fruit from the same tree

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

Away from society, cause everyone siblings in your family tree