This is a song about "Transpiration precipitation evaporation runoff groundwater flow orange dog bird tree"

I'll straight drop your ass, here comes "clockwork orange",

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

Of bad bitches and good tree

Bout to spit that mad flow while i smoke this tree

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

My first kill was my neighbor's dog tied to a tree.

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

They say i talk like im god body

Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/

It's ill-advised giving hours to another broad

So i can tear down a fuckin tree,

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

I got flow for days, my mind knows what to say to all you stray dog needing to be put away

Ran through an alleystill lookin' for my getawaycoppers said freeze, or you'll be dead today