This is a song about "Leaves"

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

Several hundred roses for the dozens bullets leaves you in the casket,

Can't imagine what i'll do when michael leaves this home.

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Vigilantes, shit leaves 'em turned on like a hot appliance,

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

With a thousand latinos! holding rakes with leaves!

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

An emotional bruisin' that leaves you to yourself in seclusion

These dude don't know me from adam and eve

That grow those damned trees, blood on the leaves

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

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

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

At least not until my mom leaves