This is a song about "Tree stump"

Extensive tree breathing

In my drawsring, ring, ring

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

Tree branch of twists and bends,

We can never be friends

When you wipe your eyes see it clearly

Tree is moving because its windy

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

But you try craming a different fruit from the same tree

So i can tear down a fuckin tree,

While i'm making history

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

Cause you the type of bitch that will trip over a stump,