This is a song about "Hagging on the tree"

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

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

Get up and grab your paper fore the money tree begins burning

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

At the root of the tree that isaac newton

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Like what i just did on your front lawn's tree/

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

Wicked roots, the infant tree, strange fruit, the tension,

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

It has to be the fattest apple holding on the tree

While i'm making history

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree