This is a song about "Spruce tree"

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

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

Money ain't a thing

Extensive tree breathing

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Here i am swinging from tree to tree like a chimpanzee/

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

While i'm making history

Like water is to a tree,

Knowing you can no longer party

Now im sitting right under that money tree

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

Now i know a lotta styles, some see