This is a song about "The hut"

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

You're the tree that's been cut, no leaves or fruits in the hut

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

From the bottom to the top

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

Your man wale in his own damn lane

The realist in the game

You're the tree that's been cut, no leaves or fruits in the hut

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

Just know that i'm always

The streetz is aint the safe

The replacement of the word "mother"

I'm gettin discouraged with her