This is a song about "Spruce tree"

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

From hollywood to the hood

He ain't even respect the name, he said whale

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

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

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

But five years from now i bet she see

Like an apple from a tree

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

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