This is a song about "Tree wall"

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Stifle fascination on wall street occupation

Bitch, i was born to ball

Hangin' pictures on my wall

Now im sitting right under that money tree

Take your time when you’re with me baby

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Extensive tree breathing

As i'm watching the snow fall

And golden mall with a golden wall

But make sure if they do see

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

Goin off the wall like vans-

If i don't make that man there dance

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call