This is a song about "The bittersweet tree"

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Get up and grab your paper fore the money tree begins burning

It has to be the fattest apple holding on the tree

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

Who do you pretend to be, my enemy, it's bittersweet,

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

You're the tree that's been cut, no leaves or fruits in the hut

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

You're the tree that's been cut, no leaves or fruits in the hut

If i had a life jacket cause i'm not that dumb

At the root of the tree that isaac newton

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,