This is a song about "Weeping willow tree"

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

So gon' and be my dealer baby

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

I re-decide to meet her, now weeping on this car-pet

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

Demons weeping, as angels cry in the sunlight

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

Like water is to a tree,

What them tippers don't see

Of bad bitches and good tree

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

I'm seeking to sneak in, but i'm weeping when i peep the scene

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

Stepsister that blister to kilo kesh and willow

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow