This is a song about "Spruce grove"

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

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

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

Millionaire frames, that's money on my mind, wale

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

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth