This is a song about "Spruce tree"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Like water is to a tree,

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Even if it tends to be about tree

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

But you try craming a different fruit from the same tree

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

So i can tear down a fuckin tree,

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Extensive tree breathing

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Like what i just did on your front lawn's tree/

We might be back in this baby