This is a song about "Tree fiddy"

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

But they sold jello in the paint

You a lady boss, now you fly free

I'm not too good at this, ill just smoke some tree

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Tree is moving because its windy

The good kid from the ugly city

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Even if it tends to be about tree

I got bigger problems baby

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

Knowing you can no longer party

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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