This is a song about "Spruce tree"

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

They giving niggas letters here and they ain't sending mail

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

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

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

They gotta point em out baby

I am only your loveely tree

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

Lobsters and shrimp im good

Im gonna knock yo ass down like a heavy tumbling tree

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Even if it tends to be about tree

Everytime you come around

At the lemmon tree and it sound