This is a song about "Tree sap"

Of bad bitches and good tree

Bait baby, wait baby

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

Summertime in the city

So i can tear down a fuckin tree,

Never get a card n i'll still smoke a tree.

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

Like an apple from a tree

C’mon and let’s chill baby

Could i make you my baby

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

I am only your loveely tree

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

If we thinking success is only measured by your money