This is a song about "Autumn leaves"

And she throws up whatever she eats

At least not until my mom leaves

There's nothing but crumbled leaves and

But nah, he is quite different

To write motivated until the adrenaline leaves

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

And money trees destroy us, hate leaks through the leaves,

That grow those damned trees, blood on the leaves

I say "stay", she wanna leave

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Conspiracy theories, illuminati leaves the rest to die,

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

Cystals dripping off a purple leaves

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats