This is a song about "Falling leaves"

And tell me why would we just think about

Disagreements and falling out,

At least not until my mom leaves

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

Now i'm falling from the sky

Got her going down, no teeth

High styles crumbling leaves

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant

There's nothing but crumbled leaves and

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

That grow those damned trees, blood on the leaves

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

To write motivated until the adrenaline leaves

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

And murder leaves no retribution