This is a song about "Tree top"

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

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

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Away from society, cause everyone siblings in your family tree

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

So gon' and be my dealer baby

Of bad bitches and good tree

Cause some of you bitches funny

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Even if it tends to be about tree