This is a song about "Tree s"

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

Like water is to a tree,

Looking at your money

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

Now im sitting right under that money tree

You be get up on this fly shit baby

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

Malia family, we the family

Even if it tends to be about tree

Make like a tree and leave

Rideright back to the movies

I am only your loveely tree

Trying to catch me riding dirty