This is a song about "Weeping willow tree"

At the lemmon tree and it sound

Then get out your seat and jump around

I'm late working, i know i didn't come home that evening

Eaten leaves and picking my nose but now im fucking weeping/

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

And now i walk around without a care

Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,

You don't know me, or my family tree

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

Prolly cause them niggas wasn't near me, clearly

Tree is moving because its windy

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Now tricks for decreasing weeping, increasing healing/ leave feelings in the attic/