This is a song about "Spruce tree"

Fuck that now trying get the money

Of bad bitches and good tree

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

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

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Even if it tends to be about tree

Like water is to a tree,

20 racks really thats sneaker money

I'm not too good at this, ill just smoke some tree

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Cause all i want is you, baby

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

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

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail