This is a song about "Spruce tree"

Cause all i want is you, baby

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

Damn people you're barking up the wrong tree

All i want is you baby

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

Like what i just did on your front lawn's tree/

Extensive tree breathing

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing