This is a song about "Leaves"

Conspiracy theories, illuminati leaves the rest to die,

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

I'll be free till i decease to eat my lettuce leaves

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

To write motivated until the adrenaline leaves

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

To write motivated until the adrenaline leaves

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

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

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

See i'm ahead but you stay the snail

This verse leaves you having to read braille

Whips your back and leaves you with lifetime scars with no healing

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing