This is a song about "Tree"

Im gonna knock yo ass down like a heavy tumbling tree

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Cause all i want is you, baby

Like water is to a tree,

Damn people you're barking up the wrong tree

But five years from now i bet she see

While im bout to, go blow tree

Summertime in the city

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

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

Of bad bitches and good tree

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Now im sitting right under that money tree

At the lemmon tree and it sound

Can't seem to find a solid ground