This is a song about "Tree top"

But you try craming a different fruit from the same tree

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

And now that i’m getting money

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

Away from society, cause everyone siblings in your family tree

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

It's no longer a new jack city

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Of bad bitches and good tree

Now i can draw your face up pretty

I'm not too good at this, ill just smoke some tree