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

A bird swooped to the tree of truth, carried and flew,

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

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

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

A perfect angel-a, matter of fact that's what her name is.

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

And now that i’m getting money

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

Lies ahead of the wrath matched with a tree lit

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

Fat bowels of tree deep, and its too loud to hear

Everybody, just clap your hands if your a real

Oops did reveal that oh well that's what you get for compelling the angel of death bitch,

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage