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

At the root of the tree that isaac newton

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

Rollin' down the four o five

The winged angel with a knife

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

We might be back in this baby

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

I think you and your friends

Tree branch of twists and bends,

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

It has to be the fattest apple holding on the tree

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money