This is a song about "Real tree"

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Even if it tends to be about tree

Like an apple from a tree

It was just another party

Of bad bitches and good tree

This is like riding through the city

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

We might be back in this baby

You don't know me, or my family tree

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

As i seenobody cares about my history

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

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

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