This is a song about "Spruce tree"

Damn people you're barking up the wrong tree

It's no longer a new jack city

While im bout to, go blow tree

Third ward general, young cash money

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

But five years from now i bet she see

Make like a tree and leave

But in the meantime it's lights please

You don't know me, or my family tree

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Like an apple from a tree

I swear they think i'm crazy

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

At the lemmon tree and it sound

To come and change my life around