This is a song about "Spruce tree"

And every nigga that i hung with just use me for bail

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

Shit with our whole family

While im bout to, go blow tree

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

Even if it tends to be about tree

But i think i like that, just maybe

Walk that body, talk that body

Like an apple from a tree

Money ain't a thing

Extensive tree breathing

Damn people you're barking up the wrong tree

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree