This is a song about "Spruce tree"

Let my angel sing

Extensive tree breathing

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

Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail

You don't know me, or my family tree

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

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

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

But you try craming a different fruit from the same tree

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

Make like a tree and leave

Tina perm your fucking weave

Damn people you're barking up the wrong tree

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see