This is a song about "Spruce tree"

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

Like water is to a tree,

So gon' and be my dealer baby

Put the beaver in the mail, we can take it slow like snail

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

But we should be body to body

Now im sitting right under that money tree

Damn people you're barking up the wrong tree

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

So i can tear down a fuckin tree,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Of bad bitches and good tree

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see