This is a song about "Spruce tree"

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

I'll let out a couple sighs, tell them exhale

Damn people you're barking up the wrong tree

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

I'm not too good at this, ill just smoke some tree

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

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

You don't know me, or my family tree

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

Bought a brand new car for my after party