This is a song about "Spruce tree"

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

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

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

Even if it tends to be about tree

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

Away from society, cause everyone siblings in your family tree

So i can tear down a fuckin tree,

It's obvious i'm crazy

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

Walk that body, talk that body

I'd done stacked many

Of bad bitches and good tree