This is a song about "Spruce tree"

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

While im bout to, go blow tree

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

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

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

Damn people you're barking up the wrong tree

We got money to go get baby

Even if it tends to be about tree

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

On they twitter writing novels, see

Of bad bitches and good tree

Lights please, lights please

Make like a tree and leave