This is a song about "Angel of the bittersweet tree"

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

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

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

You're my lovely angel right out of the fuckin heavens.

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

But you try craming a different fruit from the same tree

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

At the root of the tree that isaac newton

*angel* don't listen to him, ignore the confusion,

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run