This is a song about "Falling leaves"

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

And getting money is the song i sing

But he was to busy falling

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

To write motivated until the adrenaline leaves

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Every time i try to succeed i'm falling

Cause after all the lights and screams

At least not until my mom leaves

Thuggin' till the day i die

Now i'm falling from the sky

And murder leaves no retribution

You're uncool like my mother kin

Niggas is openin' up, cause they ain't popping

Nobody to catch me im free falling