This is a song about "Spruce tree"

But you try craming a different fruit from the same tree

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Just sit back and relax and take it easy

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

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

I delete they history

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

It's no longer a new jack city

Even if it tends to be about tree

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Now im sitting right under that money tree

Like an apple from a tree

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