This is a song about "Spruce tree"

He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail

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

Away from society, cause everyone siblings in your family tree

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Now im sitting right under that money tree

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

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

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

A military mind mean money

We got money to go get baby

Of bad bitches and good tree

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

But you try craming a different fruit from the same tree

Like an apple from a tree

Summertime in the city