This is a song about "Spruce tree"

Even if it tends to be about tree

We might be back in this baby

Im gonna knock yo ass down like a heavy tumbling tree

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

You don't know me, or my family tree

Let me rideuntil i get free

And its simple as that baby

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

But you try craming a different fruit from the same tree

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

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

But five years from now i bet she see