This is a song about "Hang my body from a tree"

So i can tear down a fuckin tree,

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

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

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

Never get a card n i'll still smoke a tree.

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

Everyday i'm from the ghetto, put y'all in a body bag,

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

They say i talk like im god body

You don't know me, or my family tree

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

Like an apple from a tree

It's no longer a new jack city