This is a song about "Spruce tree"

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

I swear they think i'm crazy

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

While im bout to, go blow tree

No it ain't easy

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

Of bad bitches and good tree

Lets come up to my city

Took my heart away from money

Even if it tends to be about tree

Like an apple from a tree

You a lady boss, now you fly free