This is a song about "Spruce grove"

This one, not so smooth he will not approve, in a messy grove

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

My bitch got the tendency to put it on the scale

You fly like the spruce goose, you also both know how to fail/

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

Call me a product of my own damn hood

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

Chasing myself, im in the grove its how i let loose, now i fit the shoes