This is a song about "Tree house"

Im gonna knock yo ass down like a heavy tumbling tree

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

So i can tear down a fuckin tree,

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

I am only your loveely tree

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Make like a tree and leave

Got her going down, no teeth

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

You don't know me, or my family tree

We might be back in this baby

Damn people you're barking up the wrong tree

It's a battlejust for tha big money