This is a song about "Tree nuts"

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

While im bout to, go blow tree

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

And im going so fucking nuts

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Now im sitting right under that money tree

And keep in my small shiny white nuts

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

Fuck a church slut well not really she just slurped nuts,

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

I am only your loveely tree

Good kids make bad grown ups

Give no fucks, the flow be nuts