This is a song about "Autumn leaves"

I don’t care where ya are

He leaves a deliberate scar

We all dream one day we kings and queens

That grow those damned trees, blood on the leaves

I'm why baby mommas leave

High styles crumbling leaves

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

With a thousand latinos! holding rakes with leaves!

To write motivated until the adrenaline leaves

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

The life around it, hanging out like autumn fields

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

I said believe in your dreams

That grow those damned trees, blood on the leaves

At least not until my mom leaves

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans