This is a song about "Weeping willow tree"

Stepsister that blister to kilo kesh and willow

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Now im sitting right under that money tree

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Even if it tends to be about tree

Take your time when you’re with me baby

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

Walk that body, talk that body

Of bad bitches and good tree

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see