This is a song about "Leaves"

To liberate yourselves, africa

You'll never make peace when i slam it, peace leaves ya,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

It leaves your heart with contusions and racks your brain with delusions

And murder leaves no retribution

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

I'm sharper than shark teeth

Smoking something like tea leaves

We all dream one day we be kings and queens

That grow those damned trees, blood on the leaves

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

The burning flesh and twisted mouth and blood on the leaves,

This verse leaves you having to read braille

And if you love substance you'll love wale

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves