This is a song about "Spruce tree"

But you try craming a different fruit from the same tree

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Than the muse of a family

Like water is to a tree,

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale

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

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

Now im sitting right under that money tree

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

Of bad bitches and good tree

Bait baby, wait baby