This is a song about "Spruce tree"

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Of bad bitches and good tree

It ain't hard to make money

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

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

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

So needless to say this, leadership is not with a timid sail

Extensive tree breathing

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

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

Even if it tends to be about tree