This is a song about "Spruce tree"

Damn people you're barking up the wrong tree

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

And one day you'll get my all, it's insha'allah.. wale

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

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Tree is moving because its windy

Must be something you want me to see

So gon' and be my dealer baby

You don't know me, or my family tree

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Of bad bitches and good tree

Like an apple from a tree

Please boo what's your size crazy