This is a song about "Tree top"

Make like a tree and leave

But in the meantime it's lights please

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

That's the way, you can move it baby

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

And the reasons why i’m not stuck up a tree

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

Now im sitting right under that money tree

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

So i can tear down a fuckin tree,

Away from society, cause everyone siblings in your family tree

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story