This is a song about "Autumn leaves"

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

Several hundred roses for the dozens bullets leaves you in the casket,

The name just was beautiful as the autumn season

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

My talent should take me places i've never been

And murder leaves no retribution

He leaves a deliberate scar

I'm in my other car

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

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

There's nothing but crumbled leaves and

Don't know her name those ain't really important

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

With a thousand latinos! holding rakes with leaves!

Hate it when i leave

Smoking something like tea leaves