This is a song about "Spruce tree"

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

While im bout to, go blow tree

Make like a tree and leave

And ya'll don't know no beef

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

I am only your loveely tree

Then asking my identity

Tree is moving because its windy

Why not me the same thing

Extensive tree breathing

Chopping my style down like spruce wood

Call me a product of my own damn hood