This is a song about "Hagging on the tree"

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

At the root of the tree that isaac newton

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

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

Your fucking skinnier than the bare branches on a dying tree,

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

Watching through a window, on the tree i sit in prone

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

But till then i'll be waiting under the apple tree

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money