This is a song about "Hanging on the tree"

It has to be the fattest apple holding on the tree

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

No car you can see me hanging out at the bus stop

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

While i'm making history

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

No point in hanging on

I'll laugh it off and pass it off as i walk by with a dime and wine to dine and wine like i won

All the while the thin line i was walking on would dip lower below the edge barely hanging on,

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Damn people you're barking up the wrong tree

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby