This is a song about "Falling leaves"

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

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

Every time i try to succeed i'm falling

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

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

Pendants involved sorrow falling to menace

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

Disagreements and falling out,

I sweat no bitches just sweat out weaves

High styles crumbling leaves

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

With a thousand latinos! holding rakes with leaves!

Don't want to be the king

But he was to busy falling