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

Tree branch of twists and bends,

I like rollin' with friends

But you try craming a different fruit from the same tree

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Well, tyler, hi, i'm dr. tc, and um, i'm guessing

Not living in the stars with an angel in your bedding,

You see now that nigga lonely

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

Of bad bitches and good tree

Knowing you can no longer party

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

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

I quit the shit, i might get high with you

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