This is a song about "Spruce street"

Claiming i rap like i'm street,

Bitch i'm all you need

The drug that they brain need

Now we all in the street

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

When dudes cheat, introduced to a new street,

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

To mcs that don't rhyme good

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

And every nigga that i hung with just use me for bail

I pray the lord my guns to keep

G.o.n.z. running down the street

Bumping that 2001 shit going down the street

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

When they see me out in the street

African queen got what you need