This is a song about "Spruce tree"

Damn people you're barking up the wrong tree

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

I am only your loveely tree

But you try craming a different fruit from the same tree

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

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

I’m speaking through these bars like a nigga in the jail

Or the chick leaving

Extensive tree breathing

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

At the lemmon tree and it sound

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

This information is vital, look

Now im sitting right under that money tree

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money