This is a song about "Tree"

Like what i just did on your front lawn's tree/

Look, i'm still talking to you 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

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

You don't know me, or my family tree

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

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

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

Im gonna knock yo ass down like a heavy tumbling tree

But you try craming a different fruit from the same tree

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

Wanna see you work your body