This is a song about "Spruce tree"

Damn people you're barking up the wrong tree

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Of bad bitches and good tree

But am i less holy

And i got a little big, keep it low key

And the reasons why i’m not stuck up a tree

And all women who had light features, see

Even if it tends to be about tree

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

Put the beaver in the mail, we can take it slow like snail

Extensive tree breathing

Let my angel sing

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy