This is a song about "Tree"

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

As i seenobody cares about my history

And niggas flashing crazy

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

This is like riding through the city

Of bad bitches and good tree

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

Damn people you're barking up the wrong tree

But we should be body to body

I am only your loveely tree

Could i make you my baby

Extensive tree breathing

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Im gonna knock yo ass down like a heavy tumbling tree

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see