This is a song about "Tree house"

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

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

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

Knowing you can no longer party

I am only your loveely tree

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Away from society, cause everyone siblings in your family tree

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

So i can tear down a fuckin tree,

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

Foundation till i built my house

Yo we get the dank and bounce