This is a song about "Spruce tree"

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

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

Everytime you come around

At the lemmon tree and it sound

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

We got money to go get baby

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby