This is a song about "Getting leaved"

Every night i stroke hoes

You're getting too close

Now i'm getting worried,

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

You're better off getting sued or getting nude

Else the police getting called and somebody getting shot

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

Faggots in the alleys getting attacked

To grow greenery from a secret scenery, green-leaved trees indeed.

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

'cause we're getting paid, and they're getting pissed!

When really i'm a virgo and the truest

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

No rules to cage me up with my four-leaved clover