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

Height of my lean, tall as a palm tree

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

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

Sittin on a tree above your tombstone marked with your name

Either one, dun, long as my digits the same

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Under a tree, for everyone to see,

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

Cause your rhymes are sweeter than a cherry tree.

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy