This is a song about "Leaves"

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

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

An emotional bruisin' that leaves you to yourself in seclusion

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Leaves yours sitting on the curb

Pulling down her skirt

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

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

And i got blown like the leaves on the trees is,

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

The thought of you never leaves my mind,

From the womb, my newborn child

And murder leaves no retribution

You can disown him or stone him