This is a song about "Spruce tree"

Chillin' with homies and family

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Or you'll drive me crazy

Like an apple from a tree

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Im gonna knock yo ass down like a heavy tumbling tree

Put the beaver in the mail, we can take it slow like snail

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

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

But you try craming a different fruit from the same tree

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Extensive tree breathing

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree