This is a song about "Hanging on the tree"

At the lemmon tree and it sound

Everytime you come around

Hanging with the wrong morons in this world i was thrown on.

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Hanging all over the place.

Yeah hail mary full of grace

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Meanwhile in the ghetto the blood leaked from hanging rugs,

Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august

Ill as a blood born pathogen to the killed

When you took my hand up so calm

No point in hanging on

Hanging on the edge of a knife. all i wanted to do was to make it all right.

Wanna "freak like me," fuck adinaup and down is the object, side to side

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

Walk that body, talk that body