This is a song about "Spruce tree"

So i can tear down a fuckin tree,

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Walk that body, talk that body

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

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

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

You don't know me, or my family tree

Away from society, cause everyone siblings in your family tree

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

To mcs that don't rhyme good

Make like a tree and leave

Not likely like stay long please