Your entire life in a song

Earth to glow heart the worlds corrupt

It hit's so hard, I slip and I fall
Knocked into place like a brick in the wall
Caught in a hard spot
Smoke 'n on the mic like it's not spoke
Broke in on the bike I'm all sketched
So don't bet all your wager cause
Sketch is my second nature
My first is Tree that's my whole name
Riding soul from the grave you
Could call me cold train
I'm a jazz cat stash that half-ass stuff
I don't really wanna touch no
Bam shrag cut with drano say no more
I fuck your rhymes in the
Ass till the syllable sore
I'm still in this for
My own fucking gratitude
That is rude, but that is me with the mastery
Had to be, I'm master ill with my master card
So suck my dick like a baby blue avatar