Chop That Punga Punga

[Verse] Yo, crackin’ the blinds, that tree blockin’ my light, Punga Punga standin’ tall, yeah, ready to fight. Droppin’ leaves on my whip, scratchin’ the chrome, Feels like nature itself evictin’ me from my home. [Chorus] Chop that Punga, grip the axe, it’s war, Roots too deep, but I’ll even the score. Shade too heavy, messin’ up my view, Time to make sawdust, just me against you. [Verse 2] Neighbors whisperin’, "Yo, leave it be," nah, That tree’s an opp, son, it broke the law. Stealin’ sunlight, rent free on my block, Trunk thick like lies, got me settin’ the clock. [Chorus] Chop that Punga, grip the axe, it’s war, Roots too deep, but I’ll even the score. Shade too heavy, messin’ up my view, Time to make sawdust, just me against you. [Bridge] Branches swayin’, tauntin’ like it’s smug, Treats my window like a canvas for its bugs. I dream chainsaws singin’ in the dark, Turnin’ this tower to some firewood art. [Verse 3] Leaf litter shufflin’, I’m countin’ the pain, On my steps like snowfall, even in rain. Blockin’ my sky, moonlight’s hostage, Punga Punga, your reign? That’s garbage.