This is a song about "Spruce tree"

And the reasons why i’m not stuck up a tree

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

On they twitter writing novels, see

Of bad bitches and good tree

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

Away from society, cause everyone siblings in your family tree

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

Make like a tree and leave

Inferior, but i'm nice

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

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

But we should be body to body