This is a song about "The tree of life"

If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you

A bird swooped to the tree of truth, carried and flew,

Of the book of your life

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Of bad bitches and good tree

But we should be body to body

At the root of the tree that isaac newton

She’s a star if i ever seen one

I just shake dice

Take the walk of my life

In the prime of my life

Sky high, iced out paradise

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

And the reasons why i’m not stuck up a tree

If you're beggin for mercy ya barkin up the wrong tree, rap obviously ain't yo cup of tea

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see