This is a song about "Autumn leaves"

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

Just fuckin act autumn and watch this bitch #fall

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

There's nothing but crumbled leaves and

The burning flesh and twisted mouth and blood on the leaves,

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Stuck in a permanent autumn, mind a place of sodom

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

I'll be free till i decease to eat my lettuce leaves

The name just was beautiful as the autumn season

Dream of a king's been a nightmare for anyone

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

Conspiracy theories, illuminati leaves the rest to die,