This is a song about "Hanging on the tree"

Hanging all over the place.

Let's face it, i can’t replace

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

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

Your heart was false just like the words you said

Hanging, on a thread with a rope around my neck

Your fucking skinnier than the bare branches on a dying tree,

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

But you try craming a different fruit from the same tree

As i seenobody cares about my history

I went out to the corner all the homies hanging out

But i’ma wait it out i’m bout to see that drought

Sittin on a tree above your tombstone marked with your name

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame