This is a song about "Spruce tree"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Of bad bitches and good tree

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

I'm in love with a lady who crazy

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

Extensive tree breathing

Fuck it, im leaving

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Tree is moving because its windy

Bitch, they call it motor city

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

To them it's just a story

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Away from society, cause everyone siblings in your family tree