This is a song about "Spruce tree"

As i seenobody cares about my history

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

Let my angel sing

Extensive tree breathing

But you try craming a different fruit from the same tree

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

Third ward general, young cash money

Damn people you're barking up the wrong tree

They say i talk like im god body

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Even if it tends to be about tree

At the lemmon tree and it sound

Now that's six cops found on that ground

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

While im bout to, go blow tree