This is a song about "Spruce tree"

While im bout to, go blow tree

High heel wearer, hell of a body

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

Gotta love the smell of that burning tree,

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

Knowing you can no longer party

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

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

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

You don't know me, or my family tree

So i can tear down a fuckin tree,

Wanna see you work your body

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Extensive tree breathing

On they twitter writing novels, see

Now im sitting right under that money tree