This is a song about "Tree"

Like an apple from a tree

Cause some of you bitches funny

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

You don't know me, or my family tree

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

Now im sitting right under that money tree

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

So i can tear down a fuckin tree,

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

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

I am only your loveely tree

The good kid from the ugly city

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

Look, i'm still talking to you baby