This is a song about "Tree nuts"

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

Tree is moving because its windy

When you wipe your eyes see it clearly

Like water is to a tree,

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

Of bad bitches and good tree

It's obvious i'm crazy

Knowing you can no longer party

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

While im bout to, go blow tree

C’mon and let’s chill baby

We go skate, rape sluts and eat donuts from randy

Here i am swinging from tree to tree like a chimpanzee/

I love the way you're standing

And my nuts stay hanging