This is a song about "Spruce tree"

Even if it tends to be about tree

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale

You fly like the spruce goose, you also both know how to fail/

Here i am swinging from tree to tree like a chimpanzee/

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Make like a tree and leave

We came.. way too far pretty baby

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

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

You don't know me, or my family tree

Wanna see you work your body

Of bad bitches and good tree