This is a song about "Hagging on the tree"

At the root of the tree that isaac newton

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

Your family tree must be a cactus cause everyone on it is a prick.

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Fuck you niggas, but this ain't raw dog

I dont smoke so i let the tree talk

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Her boyfriend joey emerges from the christmas tree he’s finished recording.

But i feel my transformation gon' smash the entire game

Sittin on a tree above your tombstone marked with your name

You're the tree that's been cut, no leaves or fruits in the hut

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

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

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone