This is a song about "Hanging on the tree"

Hanging, on a thread with a rope around my neck

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

That's word to my mom

No point in hanging on

But you try craming a different fruit from the same tree

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

All corners of the globe got the world hanging from my

You need to hit the door, search for a new guy

Hanging all over the place.

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

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

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Sittin on a tree above your tombstone marked with your name